The signs scattered on the corners
Are marked with undiscernable names.
Defiant graffiti suspiciously adorn
The hidden sides of apartment buildings.
I lack the discernment needed
To distinguish between the comings and goings
In this crowd of distorted faces
Walking so intensely adrift.
Traffic lights have lost their pace,
A chorus of disjointed bursts
Congest the city's arteries
So close to breaking
Into a sudden, stripped chaos.
Steps and pidgeons engage in their plight
Amidst semi-deserted plazas,
Amidst dead-end streets.
Everything takes on a second meaning
Like asphalt over asphalt overlaid.
Avenues intersect without ever connecting.
Another symbol has lost its referent.
A deranged beggar curses São Paulo yet again
In the midst of another empty broken night.
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