R.M. Engelhardt

Forget The Dust

The Bones of Our Existence~A Journal, 2046

forget the dust

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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