So Must I

: a dust + diamond dichotomy

by Kate Skinner

soaring higher,
stretching wider,
tumbling upward,
momentarily glimpsed in columns of glory magnified.

as the dust dances, so can I.

no atom more or less,
than the besomer orchestrates,
oh see, neither floating nor wandering,
an airy agenda of ascension.

as the dust dances, so may I.

He who is the fire,
is He who dwells in the bush,
He who who awakens specks,
is He who exhales flight,
beckoning to luster.

as the dust dances, so shall I.

devastating beauty,
couples timelessness — today,
divine archaeology emboldened,
by passage not destination.

as the dust dances, so must I.