Isolation
I see a mote of dust
whirling
. . on
. . . . im
per . .
. . cep
. . . . ti
. . . . . . . ble
. . . . currents
of air
| dangling
| on
| a
| thin
| stream
| of
| light
feeling nothing but the way the wind blows past its small cubic volume of space
drifting
(alone)
through emptiness