Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
Do you feel it now
Beneath your feet
In the air you breathe
In the cement you caress
With your fingertips
The strain of every human
before and after you?
Has your heart become
Like your hands
Rough and lean
from all the work?
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. View all posts by Richard Q
Love the Dust
Beautiful poem and very relatable
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Thank you, B. I hope your day shines.
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Yours as well, Richard 🙂
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