King Tut

Poetry 3 – DUST

From the day I knew
the sky be not limitless, to
the day my existence from
womb is to end in tomb

A material of dust I am;
with privilege I divulge
in vanity as they before me;
now dust of the earth

A dust reverie dreamlessly
in false illusion, never to
remind; but my destiny set
before my inception

Mozart in dark ambient with
shimmering stars be my
inspiration

Can you not see
the dead as what they
are, dust amongst dust
yet you fail to notice who
you are

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