Dust layers everything
a mask of filmy grey

covering and muting

the bright colors

and choking the laughter

that was childhood.


Dust covers everything

and becomes black

and grimy on fingertips

which cradle photographs

of yesterday.


Dust, all that was

and could have been.


Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

Consign the pictures to flames

and set you free again.

The lovely "Lady of Chaos" in the upper right is here to guide you to the various sections of the site.

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