Dust

My house is old Single-paned window
Light pokes through 
Beams of dust swirl
Suspended in the air
And I wonder
Am I just like them
Floating in the void
Dust-to-dust
Beginning-then-end
It’s grossly beautiful
Dead skin cells 
Breathing it in 
Only to breathe out
The galaxy spins the same 
We’re small
Suspended in the air
Specks of dust
Yet beating with purpose


Be free in the present,

Trace Maddox

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