Dust

Once the air was heavy with a
Rolling, roiling play. Once the
Earth was young and gave away her
Gifts without remorse. And I can

Still recall the sureness of my
Body. I can hold it all. From
Dust to dust to dust we rust and
Spend our trust. I sold it all to

Buy a sparkling pendant of the
Young, of heavy earth, of all the
Rolling trust it holds. And still we
Give away her dust.

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