Dust
“What a strange fate”
as they gaze on our globe-
generations in a blink
and we knock at their gate.
“Made of things-oxygen
nitrogen, phosphorus
carbon, calcium,
and hydrogen.
They exist with things,
exist as things, experience
things. What a strange fate-
to react to what time brings.
Dust birthed things;
things birth lust;
lust births birth,
and return to dust.”
They look on our sphere;
they wonder like us,
but unlike God,
they shed no tear.
“Like pawns in a game,
don’t know how the came,
just where they go,
sharing the same name.”
Fluttering wings,
where do they go?
They know of us
they are not things.
Lies produce trust,
battling lust,
falling short of the just,
and return to the dust.
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