R.M. Engelhardt

Forget The Dust

The Bones of Our Existence~A Journal, 2046

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


Is still


That the words are

The all or

The nothing

(So forget the dust)


One day

I shall

Become young


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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