It lifts itself on one bright axis,

a slow exhale of color

rising through the ribs of the night.

Every ripple becomes a question mark

dragged gently downward by gravity’s hand.

The lights answer anyway,

sliding into the water like quiet astonishments.

Red, blue, gold...

tiny doorways opening in the dark.

You could walk through any of them

and never reach the bottom of their glow.

The sky, reflected, increases it's depth.

You look and cannot tell

where the world ends,

where its dreaming begins.

Nothing here is certain except the feeling

that you are standing at the edge

of something larger than language,

and it is looking back, delighted, as if to say:

you noticed.

You turned the whole night on its side

just to see what else it could become.

Written by https://www.threads.com/@voltaires_inkwell

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