Speak
When you speak I see cascades of life.
Life and light tend to look the same.
Your light is turquoise and the color of jade sitting just beneath the surface of choppy water.
When you speak I feel heat.
You have yet to burn me.
You are the steady warmth of new born embers of a fire
yet to blaze. When you speak I smell salt water.
Even with a sting, you’re the most refreshing thing.
The ocean is not as paradoxical as your passionately
calm surface. When you speak I taste loneliness.
Bitter sweet like underripe tangerines.
I cannot know this beautiful mind of yours without encountering  cold, rusty, metal walls
When you speak I hear midnight.
You know how to play the silences.
I hold my breath waiting for the next sentence you’re carefully, mysteriously orchestrating. Whisper or shout
speak to me againHole in my heart
Speak Karijinbba Beloved!

O dust! you settle down naturally on any exposed surface
over a period of time it seems without much of a purpose
other than to indicate that some time has obviously passed
as before there on we observed a brighter sheen was cast.

You also seem to appear and come down out of nowhere
because of the fact that you're an insignificantly small fare
nobody around suspects the character of your real nature
or questions how and why you are made; of what stature.

People will say that you are of certain air-borne particles
which are picked up and carried around like some articles
and deposited where fate has destined them to be placed
on any exposed surface that their presence has disgraced,

This may be true to a point but isn't an absolute or final answer
as you are so fine and small it begs one to delve much further;
if the atmosphere of the earth supports all life as we know it
then it too must be a living thing and the dust just proves it.

Particularly in respect of each living thing producing its own waste
the atmosphere itself being so pervasive can't be dismissed in haste
because it too would have to live and feed on whatever sustains it
and leave behind most of the dust as excreta as a justification of it.

The question one could ask next is what would the atmosphere live on?
and the answer might just be whatever is available such as energy from
the sun, stars and space itself which are all parts of the cosmic sea above
along with the earth and its oceans that it envelopes as a protective glove.

However it is noted that no dust settles on an exposed surface in a vacuum
because there's no atmosphere apparently there we would have to presume
hence all of space itself isn't some kind of great vacuum but a living entity
we've come to call the Universe being the body of God the Eternal Verity.
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Quietly justifying
The existence of the other
The lines of his jaw
The turn of her hair
But not in hand
For its beneath the surface
Of the conscious mind
That the search began
And there it will end
There it will end