North American Dreaming: Particulate Memory
...And in due time,
All too soon,
I shall be as the dust,
Particulate...
William Burkholder, in philosophic mood, reflects on the fate that awaits us.
Particulate memory;
It blows about
In the corridors
Of thine heart.
Through leaded panes of glass,
Reflected sun lighting the dust in
Slow descent,
Lethargic movements,
Slight drafts,
The master.
Smoke too;
Wafting, ephemeral ceilings,
Layered, lined.
I watch the dance between dust and smoke,
Each the lead,
The follower.
And in due time,
All too soon,
I shall be as the dust,
Particulate.
The smoke,
Ephemeral.
Dancing,
Dancing in sunlit cast shadow.
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