11-01-2023, 06:38 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-01-2023, 11:10 PM by Quixilated.)
A dust mote
in a sunbeam,
unconcerned by gravity
nor levity nor longevity,
a tiny asteroid with no orbit,
reflecting the sun’s rays
as it stays suspended
in midair,
glints
its tiny dustbeam
straight into my eye
and mind, like
microscopic moonlight
full of lazy magic,
arresting concentration
and inflicting inspiration
and existential hesitation
as the world shrinks
down to nothing
but a daydream
in a sunbeam
on the floor.
in a sunbeam,
unconcerned by gravity
nor levity nor longevity,
a tiny asteroid with no orbit,
reflecting the sun’s rays
as it stays suspended
in midair,
glints
its tiny dustbeam
straight into my eye
and mind, like
microscopic moonlight
full of lazy magic,
arresting concentration
and inflicting inspiration
and existential hesitation
as the world shrinks
down to nothing
but a daydream
in a sunbeam
on the floor.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara