A single grain of mountain
the wind chiselled off.

It pierced a leaf on its path
onto the ocean roof, where it sank
into the darkness of the void,
and joined its brethren
on the floors of silent seas.

No scuttling, no raggedness;
T. SilencE.

The universe is never disturbed,
only the mind.

Once pierced still a leaf,
Once a grain still a mountain.