Stratification 

Layering, building, mote upon mote. 
Minuscule pittances floating 
like dizzy ballerinas in heavy air. 
Fighting with gravity. 
Struggling with their very nature: 
To dance, and then to fall. 
Invisible alone, but present still. 
Through time to join with others. 
In days to be seen. 
In years to choke. 
In eons to bury. 
The unnoticed and unremarkable one, 
with a billion of it's own kind, 
becomes a force unstoppable. 
If unseen, so be it. 
Existence is in the individual 
as long as the individual is in existence. 
To build, grow, merge, and change 
from simple speck to encompassing mass. 
Inconspicuous when small; 
Unavoidable when grown. 
Becoming deeper, gaining substance. 
Simply because it is, 
and always will be, 
whether noticed or abandoned, rejected or removed. 
Absolute being. 
Absolute one.

Le Cinq Mars 

Wear black today. 
In mourning? 
In happiness? 
Simply because you like it. 

Is he dead or missing? 
Who knows? 
Who could? 
He's wandering a new journey 

Why is he gone? 
Is it my fault? 
Is it God's fault? 
It's just something that happened. 

It's different now. 
Is change good? 
Is change bad? 
Random occurences have no conscience. 

I miss him. 
Is that selfish? 
Is that soft? 
It is longing for a piece of us that is gone. 

Wear black today. 
In anger? 
In grief? 
In memory of a missing thread in the tapestry of life.