The dust encircled the planet
lost in its lightings
like a thunder finding its way down
to the tropical ice of a floating tear,
left home,
somewhere home.
The dust engulfed the mind,
the thought, the unique circular thought
wandering alone through the valleys,
the deep valleys
seen from faraway,
touched by home.
The dust filled the sight,
the eyes, the taste, the smell of Mars.
The dust, like a friend,
was going home,
somewhere,
home.