
Dust.
A soft landing…
Who would have thunk
this white sand
might be a catchment
for a dream beyond
the boundaries.
Why do we live happily
within silly confines?
I do not know.
But look, look!
It is so!
…
Postscript: I recognize every Shakespearean scholar will piss on this post, my daring to say look, look, so offensive to their domain. But really: Look. Look!