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Stood by the railing, saw down around

At bodies crawling on two legs; weight of sound

The night life rumbles a crashing of scenes

Push through the crowd, it sounds as it seems

The smell of sympathetic imagination pursued

All guards go down, all locks remove

Symbolic, the eyes put nature to use

And now, in the darkness of mysterious youth

Arms like an army invade and conquer

The thrill of intention to all and each other

Flail in the wind that shouts mouth to mouth

Scream for escape from next time and all else

Pleasure the torture like untreatable disorder

Breath it, disforming, the smoke fills over

Murder of senses, what remains leads in

To the forces binding midnight to you limbs