The skyline splits in sodium light, Cracks running through the haze. Glass reflects a fractured night In dull electric waves. The pavement hums beneath my feet, A low unsettled tone. For half a breath I lose my shape— Then find my own. In this faultline city, I stand. Pressure shifting under my hand. Even when the surface bends, I don’t descend. Elevators stall between Floors that never sleep. Windows blink in coded lines No one wants to keep. Rain collects along the rails, Cold against the steel. The tremor moves across the grid— But I stay real. Lights flicker. Air pulls tight. The ground tilts once— Then holds the night. In this faultline city, I stand. Pressure shifting under my hand. Even when the surface bends, I don’t descend. In this faultline city, I stay. Cracks don’t carry me away. Even when the skyline bends, I stand again.
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