FORGET THE DUST
The Bones of Our Existence~A Journal, 2046
FORGET THE DUST
An old man
Upon an old bed
I now breathe slowly
And remember
All of it
Every moment
Every dream
And I still believe
Still hold all these
Beliefs that
Everything is
Still everything
Love
Is still
Everything
That the words are
The all or
The nothing
(So forget the dust)
Because
One day
I shall
Become young
Again
I shall
Become truth
I shall
See all beauty
And like the lotus
Basho wrote of
Each morning shall
Blossom forth
Into words
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