Light dust

The sun broke many a light
In a room ‘s skylight shards
So diagonally that it ground
Light into a fine flying dust
As if it was a nice protozoa.

Poetry letters are light dust
Of future’s bones in shards
Broken in the punctuation
And a language turns dust
After  poetry is plate glass.

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