When it comes to where the truth lies,
it is in the mouth or the eyes?
Do you sense sound or sight of things
that can at once make your heart sing?
And do you sing with joy or fear
when the day is done, night is near?
I trust in vision’s tyranny
to keep from drowning in the sea
of susurrant desires mired deep
‘neath the crescendo where you sleep.
Night hides a multitude of sins,
but when hope dies, nobody wins.
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