dust

the dream is to remain, retain
knowledge as soulless remains,
after this Armageddon

the dream, is to be conscious dust,
perhaps rust, upon shards
of a shattered Excalibur

the dream, is to stay awake, even
as heavens break, even
as hells overflow
and cosmic dirt settle
and remake the planetscape

the dream is for you and i
remembering the why, as to
our purpose on this earth,
whether it was to sink together,
into new oceans, infiltrate oysters,
be one pearl? or was it to swirl
around every wind pattern,
rewriting our favorite epics
in cursive, until we inflict
ourselves upon the new man
and terrify him into religion



2017.june.15