What was it like
Before we had these things?
Did we look one another
In the face more often,
Did we tire of looking into
Those searching and foreign eyes?
What was it like
When we knew the feeling
Of the ground beneath our toes,
Or of questions asked
Without answers to them in our hands
Like cold worms?
Maybe it was a dream
Before, when we were carefree
And in love with a careless earth,
That sent us to where
There is no turning back,
Where the future answers in dust.
Published by Richard Q
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces.
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Love the Dust 