Dust Dance
Dust DanceSwirling motes fly disjointed a-linear yet contrived
in a dance choreographed by that mad choreographer
responsible for the smash hit The Galactic Tango
I find I can disturb the random waltz with my breath
and as the dancers pass out of the spotlight
they cease to exist, like so many has-beens
and could-have-beens caught aflame for
eternal nano-seconds until being extinguished in
darkened obscurity.
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