ALBA

FACETTA

WHERE LIGHT FRACTURES

Light drifts across the Canal.

Soft as dawn, sharp as stone.

Softness lingers, but the line holds.

Facets catch the light, angles refuse to yield.

Each piece carries this tension,

A balance held between light and will.

Ornanement becomes structure, structure becomes presence.

Composed, deliberate, enduring.

ALBA FACETTA