untremble

Tracing the sunshine, broken sightlines. The city petrifies. From a window of the chelsea hotel looking down over the unsilent glows over midtown, looking down through the embers of a thousand days and a thousand nights. The rooms creak with the smolder of the gone before, the rooms creak with a sympathetic resonance tied up in the sun’s pleading and the sun’s reprimand. All the dull beiges and the lustred spires, all of them untrembling in the face of demise. All filtered through the perfect folded kaleidoscope of memory, delicate, strange and still.

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