Little particles of dust
Exposed by a sliver of light
Dancing to the rhythm of the room
You could stop smiling
And they would slow
Slow to the motion
To the emotion
Moving in sync
Chaos personified
Little universes
Only exist in the light
Moving
Speaking
Shouting
The language of god
Speaking from an empty script
Dancing the steps flawlessly
Choreographed by existence
Beautiful
Pointless
Existence