The Fleeting Diagram of the Sneeze

In the mute antechamber of a nasal tremor,
where air condenses in an unusual wait,
the omen is drawn, a genius impulse
that escapes control, swift and resolute.
It is not merely an itch, but an intimate weave
of taut nerves, ready to untie the knot,
a secret prelude, a silent flame
that seeks its ephemeral release in the air.

Then the white explosion, a wave without course,
an architecture of water, a breath-whirlwind,
that models the instant, swift and never defeated,
an invisible flight, brief and desperate.
Cathedrals of drops, extinguished rainbows,
an atlas of vectors in compressed time,
where every particle has its own movement,
an ordered chaos, a tiny access.

And then immediately nothing, a deep silence,
only a vibrating echo in the ear canals,
the diagram vanished into the immense world,
leaving an afterglow, a veiled mirror.
But for a brief moment, almost imperceptible,
the universe hosted a perfect form,
a sculpture of air, pure and unrepeatable,
in the exact sneeze, the ephemeral lightning bolt.