Tender is the night
And all the people sleeping under
Glass walls cage us all
Lips open and close
And produce sound
Meaning is in the mind
Eyes
become interpreters
And
we are misled
Triumph
is in chaos
Chaos
that shatters
And
draws blood crystals
Crystals
that shine in a reddening dusk
Dusk
that closes in the arms of morning
And
parts in tears
Tender is the night
And all the people sleeping under
Silent
dreams whence calm comes from
That
silence noise
And
settle on wet grass
Only
to turn the world
A
deep shade of purple
And
recede unto the unconscious
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