Dust
but we are not everything.
We are part, unwhole, redrawn,
eclipsed by night.
restride and untie, this walk
back into soundless oblivion.
Turn out the light.
Disheveled, the weight drags.
And dust-moted morning breathes
an eternity away.
Copyright September 29, 2023
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