Tables full with chairs all around
And a soft blue glow caresses each cheek
And the dining room remains a cacophony
of crashes, music and outbursts...
A paradoxical dissipation of concentration
Between both the real and fantasy
As conversations are floating and dangling
Like chandeliers in front of each diner's eyes
But cloaked in invisibility of unsent text messages...
And as the windows reveal a painful blackness
Crashing through the glass, the patrons, unamused,
Continue to live by the soft blue glow
With hope it never dies
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