Applause applause
Stop
And wait to listen who will be next
Who is the artist
Who will judge
Who will hurry up an decide to be the best
On a decision of nothing
A decision of stillness
A decision of scattering ideas and mirrors to the wind
No one will call out when the glass breaks
Or when the wind falls trees
On the islands in the dreams of paupers
Genius can be noisy
Anna Tea
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