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poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
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copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri ElectricPoetry AllThingsMike |
September 21, 2004 : 6:33 a.m. pdt
"the dust of time"
the dust of time
layered archeologically
on the flat surfaces of secluded serenity
unseen until a breeze blows
unheeded until observed
days and weeks and years
unnoticed until we choke
sneezing blowing yet never placated
settling somewhere elsewe can dust the time away
blowing bowing breezing
time's duster
whirls the motes within the light
until they stop in the air
and then settle
in another place
to rest in time awhilethe dust of time
never ceases this layering
this incessant playing
these whirling manifestoes
of existence
and time's duster
cannot clean the surfaces
so the motes swirl away
until another daywe can dust the time away
but the dust of time
like the sands in the glass
like the clouds in the sky
like the cells in our bodies
like the stars in the heavens
accumulates and advances
choking with missed chancesthe dust of time
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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