Returning To Dust
How it has been revered,
And yet betrays all finally,
Being of no use beyond
The ever present reality.
Time robs it, leaving debris
Tarnishing the purity of cells.
Making their markers on
Proteins of curling DNA spirals.
Still it is being preserved,
Absorbing any boulder prescribed
To regenerate unreachable itches
In parts that were amputated.
And returning to dust is free
To acknowledge the chains
That entangled its nakedness,
When it no longer remains.
The elements that compose it,
Exist eternally as the traces
Of fading images, and sounds, and
Footsteps that vibrated in space.
This was written in response to the Daily Prompt Footsteps
I haven’t used a Daily Prompt in a while so let me know if the link works. Thanks 🙂
Still for some some reason I can’t create a pingback *sigh*