032710b We Are Indeed Dust Poem by Manonton Dalan
032710b We Are Indeed Dust
sun painting my closet
i can see dust floating
tiny particles, enormous
i wonder how my lungs
survive sea of such
keeping me company
some settle on my books
so fine almost invisible
where did they came from
my windows, doors close
maybe house is turning to dust
everything inside this room
it seems that sun attracts them
do they have life. life like us
i push them away with my palm
they scatter, turbulence, then come
reminds me of us, install boundaries
firm like law or else everything is mess
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5/23/2024 11:42:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
great poem. interesting wonder and conclusion, 'where did they come from/maybe house is turning to dust' 'tiny particles, enormous.' interesting contrast really nice. thanks