Stained Glass Window - Odilon Redon

pierce this gloom glass can hold stone & stone can hold glass both hold my gaze sun and moonlight gather me in let me sit in quiet contemplation of the unreal dust motes monitor everything like drones corners draw no attention to themselves just look at this light these colours shapes joins marks made by the chisel or the brush of the long gone do we see something or feel it? am I free to sit here? am I free to leave? outside where the light isn't dappled nothing is held in place no one watches over you watching dust settles on the ground waiting for us to kick it up