dusty

[water4545]

so, when one stares into the sun
time being what it is-
drift
the sun drifts on its water
messages in bottles, parts of me on the water
and at some point you close your eyes because it hurts otherwise
open your eyes to light like a storm wall
conflagrate from horizon and on
Spaces open
spaces between stars
glass opens up spilling out
all those shards drifting
further apart as
some other sun
in some other water
drops its eyes to the floor
whispers all the echoes where once it screamed
lets itself spread to everywhere
All that nowhere, a place for silence
not in the least disturbed
parts of a whole are dust
Dust being what it is
Drift
A mountain once stronger than the water it kept out
is more water than mountain
when the dust settles out
in the water