Tuesday, December 31, 2024

To Look At Dust

Words gather here dissecting captive thought
to name its systems, organs, tissues, cells,
compiling a proud glossary of death
so pleased to clearly say what once it meant.

Words gather here to keep a thought alive,
unpinning, stitching up the cruel cuts,
reviving pulse with shocking heresy,
inspiring breath with whispered mysteries.

Words gather here to mine a paradigm
refining it to crystallized belief,
to chisel icons from emerging creed
discarding secret truth in rubble dust.

Words gather here
to look at dust
and wonder
what they missed.

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