Tuesday, January 24, 2012

trudging through the ruining world

an empty sky above our heads

mocks every intention of ours

with our own insight and expectation

all who've gone before us are fortunate not to have seen

their earthly achievements gathered in the dust

their imagined immortality ephemeral as a thought

and at last our ruining bodies failing and decaying

and joining those rising masses of dust

kicked up by the unceasing wind

and whatever force spent in us and released

in that decay taken far also by that wind

or so our last and only comfort can endure

may it be free flight above the perpetual dust of earth...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

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