Sunday, November 14, 2010

Dust

From where we begin,
surrounded by dust,
and where we end,
enveloped by dust.
Dust, that gave life.
Dust, that gave thought.
Dust, that joins us.
Dust, that assimilates.
Dust, that breaks us.
Dust, that ends us.
From where we begin,
we also must end.
Among all the others.
Alone, in the dust.

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