at times these quiet moments invoke curious contemplation

beautiful silences in the romance of the night, its lights

however dim they may be- they are absolutely

pure, sustaining, remaining

the city is my shelter and shall remain so steadily

i keep what magic it lends me

i render it again and again and again

i make it last because it makes me last

nights in silence, in the dead silence

that still, calming anti-sound that i hold so close

Cheers, NYX