This dark and strange place to shine.
A domain of an unceasingly whirling mind,
or words, whispered to inspire the sensually sublime,
midnight sits at the top of time.

It begins the day,
even when the day is nowhere near waking,
while being the most night part of night.
A pivot point of imagination,
a spot to stop and start anew.

Midnight is rock ‘n’ roll
It is lament
It is promise
It is a prayer
It is a chance to change
The real darkness before the dawn
It makes no judgments
While it keeps company.
Something more than an increment
More than a sliver on a stopwatch
It’s a good place to get weird.

 

Today’s song is Midnight Radio by Stephen Trask for Hedwig and the Angry Inch