Dust
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We are poor creatures
slimy organs imprisoned in flesh.
The sun burns us, water drowns us
our lives are rough and short,
we’re little more than talking dust.
We all howl with angry doubts.
Our art may dry and chip
our science could let us down,
our poets stammer and grow quiet.
Humanity has always been imperfect,
but some of us are trying. We see the stars,
we know passion, we sing and dance
and are indomitable - join us-
because the best is yet to come
Copyright © Anais Vionet | Year Posted 2023
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