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