I want to soak up the atmosphere in the Roman cellars
But in these are places
Where I want to engage
In solitary confinement
Even to scare myself
By asking the personal
Dangerous questions
Lower the facade
Of the ubiquitous
Self-important
Self-made man
Afterwards it is true I might well stumble down the stairs
Of the, glass floored, cosmopolitan, drinking establishment
Take too much liquor
Than is good for my sobriety
Or my longevity
Then contemplate
That either way these are the games played out
Or not
Wearing the masks
And deceptions
Of our forefathers
Or our ravishing maidens
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