for a while

From time immemorial
obscure universities of the Plains have
trusted the professors from the inner Earth
regardless their background and countenance.
Faces are just irregular spots, after all,
buildings are just rectangles in the air
if you are not going to dwell there,
to rent a room, to stay for a while with
relatives and friends, to teach them
how to spend the years they probably
don’t have ahead of them; naturally,
all things change except those we don’t see.
They drink wine to make the footsteps lighter,
but the ancients knew how to make
the fabric of the universe threadbare,
how to hide a robot in the soul,
an assassin in the empty streets.

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