and even when it feels so certain that we only make the strides we are allowed,
in the still of the darkest hour
between the minute and hour hand
the rusted hinge between realms
new york sparkles in the quiet
everything seems so peculiar
with white dust on black ice
in the wee hours of the morning
a wish appears plausible, a magic only reserved for this time of the night
an ambulance sits primed in the middle of the road on 2nd
it won’t have to wait long
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 2:35 PM UTC
and even when it feels so certain that we only make the strides we are allowed,
in the still of the darkest hour
between the minute and hour hand
the rusted hinge between realms
new york sparkles in the quiet
everything seems so peculiar
with white dust on black ice
in the wee hours of the morning
a wish appears plausible, a magic only reserved for this time of the night
an ambulance sits primed in the middle of the road on 2nd
it won’t have to wait long