12.30

Surely, in a slew of fitful starts, he has come to the precipice. We all knew he would arrive eventually. We all knew he would come to this point. But he has taken his own way about it, cropped his pocketwatch to a silver sliver, and slain the beast Impatience. I have grown old waiting for him. But when he comes to me, his Edge, his precarious drop, he knows me as the most beautiful girl in the world. And that is what I am.