The dust stood still and silent, and I
with it
lost in transient swoon of breath and
flesh
( f l e e t i n g a n d f a d i n g )
and left longing only to remember
only to remember whisper against
whisper
( a b s e n c e o f f i r m a m e n t )
standing as stone monument
as stone monument to the plain and
peaks
( a n d o u r i n s p i r a t i o n s )
reaching to the heavens, into the blue
into the blue again, to momentarily
escape
( t i m e ’ s b r i e f d o r m a n c y )
the fray that stirs the dust
stirs the dust from its stillness and
its silence, and I with it.
