Once in a while br joy throws little stones at my window br it wants to let me know that it's waiting for me br but today I'm calm br I'd almost say even-tempered br I'm going to keep anxiety locked up br and then lie flat on my back br which is an elegant and comfortable position br for receiving and believing news br br who knows where I'll be next br or when my story will be taken into account br who knows what advice I still might come up with br and what easy way out I'll take not to follow it br br don't worry, I won't gamble with an eviction br I won't tattoo remembering with forgetting br there are many things left to say and suppress br and many grapes left to fill our mouths br br don't worry, I'm convinced br joy doesn't need to throw any more little stones br I'm coming br I'm coming.