Night is a timepiece on color and other such things
You know, that precise moment when the evening sky knows for sure that indigo is about to happen. Or is this a fish's perspective on scales? Or music's take on its staff? For sure, night is a spiral of open-ended questions. I'm thinking this image is paper as a poem is written across the dream. Or a plate when a seasonal salad is offered upon its bones. Or the prismatic speech of glass. Yes, that.