Dust in the day
Straw of the sun
Bails of solar hay
Cow is giving milk away
Dust in the day in the empty house, sitting there no one about
Dust in the day in the busy place, dancing and at gaily flout
Hummingbirds aventious path, directionless flit flighting past
Two birds but they make up a tree
Light and shadow everything, projections from the Seat
Of Glory, his eyes intake unfolding story, the clouds his fleet
The world below his sandalled feet
All we are Illuvitar, dust in the day.
Alchemisland 
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