• The sky opens up a glittered abyss
    The last bastion of a folded galaxy glides away
    Obscured by the billions of miles of dark atmosphere

    Here I stand, observing the massive decaying decadence
    The universe and all the diamonds it purveys
    The incandescent luminosity.

    I fear I might fade away at the grandeur.

    As I obey the dazzling guides and follow into the night, a spark of indefinite size paints the deep arc above, an almost indifferent hue. In such fluidity that a crack of any kind of canvas cannot be heard.

    Greying, then washing the palette clean and misting a blue spray along the horizon.

    As I observe, the colour tints whiter and whiter until it transforms along the curvature into a haze of warmth and the jeweled coat of velvet bends and flows out of existence.

    I observe this, as always, from the wrong side. The philosophical side. The dreamless flow of unfiltered ideas. The side that creates both masterpiece and madness.

    The vivid lustre of a sky awash with promise.