Diamond Dust

You do not know where it comes from
You do not know where it goes.

From the beginning they made you believe the origin,
some starting point of things in general,
evergoing evolution in this and that -
they (as if there really was someone) made you believe in
an everlasting structure of thoughts and materia.

You do not know where it comes from
You do not know where it goes.

And why?
That is a different question.

Then did come a correction.
A wheel - was it a wheel or just a vortex of air
or some other gas or substance?
Whirlwind.
That was something you believed.
You made it.
There was a model.

Very easily it swept away the hierachies and structures from your system,
from your world.
Unreal, silent, cyclonic and a thousand miles high.
And as this reality was so precious to you, roads and paths paved with diamonds, not less,
the outcome of this process was a cloud,
shining strangely.
Stars, carbon, darkness and light, colours bright and grey.
Diamond Dust.

And you started to build a new world.