Wherever you find dust Realize there there is some part of you Or a part of some other or a part of you both Mingling with all things Over the dusty crust of a dusty earth
Whose entire mass is really a mote Cooked in the same furnace as every imaginable thing Every speck a clandestine inspiration Towards billowing here and settling there Enough for us to worry about it
Enough for us to want to wipe clean All the panes of existence While the cloth in our hand becomes dust itself The same dust as all the other Lost worlds and worlds yet to be While we merely spread the dust like hope and oblivion.
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 