Vortex

When the sun slumbers, the eye of the night thunders open— leaving some ferocious and others encumbered. Perhaps these skies stay broken to expose glimpses of heaven, like half closed sills spill candle lit splashes through the cracks of the drawn curtains. Fragile like the lashes of dazed rebel, or wayfarers chafed by the serrated hand of the insomniac—were you wiping away the remnants of oblivion from face, or had you never known dreaming before this? Do galaxies commit a deeper complexity, leaving you to seek relevation through an elusive vortex? Like besieging charcoal vapors intercepting panoramic sights from archaic location—you boldly forfeited your disguise to behold miracles contritely, and remained hypnotized with me, at the infatuated footsteps of ravishing night...

[Photo by Bellezza Caotica]