Dance of dust

(Its been a really long time since i published anything out here. There were a million different factors contributing to this. How does it matter? Its just brilliantly refreshing to be back.)


I’m flailing from within
And conventional jargon fails me.
Thoughts strewn within
Seem to rise up and dance
When I catch a glimpse.
Like dust in the sunlight.

That proud mane hangs down your neck
As you stride past with not a care in the world.
Exacting your own sweet justice,
Living your own sweet life.
Unconcerned that it looks like a ruin
From the other side of the world.

Ah with that glance I see you,
Your pain and your pride.
Living high on that tower must hurt.
But you lord over it.
Magnificently.
Yawning down at the world
And all the dust you’ve stirred.