Finger wonder

Finger wonders at old fingers’ writing,
The dead word embalmed in pure light
Where light is dust like in the skylight,
From a tiled roof with holes in its sky.

Finger is embalmed in pointing light,
Dead word wondering at the present,
A dust pouring diagonally from roof
A different dust but of the same light.

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