The Properties of Dust

pulled from the riverbank

blown together from dust

blown

so far above the earth

so far below the sky

as the wind blows

across the face of water

as the sound blows

sand into the air

where it turns

so high above me

before settling quietly

beneath my feet

crushed... leaving nothing

but a dry grit on my lips

coating my tongue

it tastes like nothing

it tastes like the soil

beneath my feet

so i trace lines in the dirt

vainly trying to draw voices

out of the ground

but for all of my sweat

i reap only dust

The Properties of Dust

1.

The Well

Moreh

Orienteering

Tides

The Properties of Dust

2.

Storm

Oncology

Upon the Ruin

Golgotha

Demolition

3.

Watching a Woman From Across the Room

Moonrise

First Snow

Antarctic Whispers

Lines

Bedtime Prayer

4.

The Red Car

Something Lost

Slough

Home

After the War

5.

Lair

Love Poems

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