(An) ageing eyesore

Nearly nowhere

Found, unearthed

A moment burst with all of us

Reflecting dust from the oh most high

as morning light bled

Burned out daylight

Over glass white plain

and just as I turned

It thrust its softly worn

The newly born

In the hardly there



Who rests in dust?

Who moves in air?



Swollen nowhere breathes, laughs

Don't you see?



All this time

All this space

All these words