this is a lullaby for all those who resist
when it's time to go to sleep. a lullaby for all
those who put up a fight, when somebody
says: lights out, no more talking, my tired
friends, in the bars all the chairs have been
stacked on the tables, the billboards hum
as the posters are changed, cameras film
the empty bank foyers, all the night
kiosks are alight, all the night buses
purr through the illuminated cathedral
of the city. we are talking in pictures. but
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