sitting favorite in my rooftop chair because the ceiling over my bed feels too low;
     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 

     compounds sleeplessness.

it's overcast in the city tonight and i'm thinking about holes in my safety net, okay with the fall.  

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