looking at lights piercing clouds
instead of studying stones and
collections of old night-sky lights.
i'm curious as to when new york lost these degrees and we began unpacking blankets.
i dont so much mind the crisp air
creeping into the night, it usually
brings with it a clear sky;
music is constant yet somehow
different but beautiful all the same.
it seems fair to say that time and distance made things easier, yet here i am, in a borough of five avoiding city subway cars.
i'm navigating right angles and
bridges knowing that the sky is
darkening earlier, this is no
extraordinary secret, all you have to
do is look up.
being back here makes me think about making a run for it but i'm no more certain about a final destination than before.
i know i could cover my tracks as i
always have but maybe this time
i'm looking to be found; it
it's overcast in the city tonight and i'm thinking about holes in my safety net, okay with the fall.