waiting for the train in bushwick
brisk air on my skin, waiting on the same subway platforms that have been stood on by my ancestors
underneath the same sky old sky, covered in a gray blanket of clouds
a million molecules could exist between me and the rest of the universe
or so it seems
seems so far away, so magical, so high
the same magic in the sky above us must be somewhere around here, i can feel it in the air
its comforting to know that the same power that governs the cosmos, governs my heartbeat
i start feeling the air twinkling in and around me like soft rays of light....
then i finally start hearing train bells coming closer from the distance
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