Dust
Particles of minds
Souls
Hearts
Lives
Descend like soft rain upon my windowsill and ignite in the rays of the sun
Layer after layer stack the flakes of dead skin
Dead air
Dead worlds
Death’s shavings
Dust
Dancing through the atmosphere and crawling in my breath.
Reposing at the pit of my lungs
Ruins of history within me
Within you
Earth’s fallen flesh will forever remain amassed upon the windowsill
At the pane of glass looking out onto the future
And our generation will live on in the dust
Copyright © Kyle Carlson | Year Posted 2012
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