The Cosmic Drifts of Dust

When the ray unravels the opaque veil,
and the air reveals itself a deep sea,
it is not dust, but the sacred rift
of another cosmos that inhabits the world.

In that path of light, ancient and new,
they navigate silently, without mooring,
every shard of life that moves
is an ephemeral star in their sky.

In every vortex, in every silent spire,
an entire universe unfolds,
where the eye, in a flash, yearns
to read the pattern that binds it.