29 June 2012
Hmm... Dust, I bet you have a most interesting story to tell. About the place where you came from and about where you fell.
A strange poem I'm writing about i'm sure you'll see. A poem about dust?... But think about the infinite possability.
Where did it come from? Nobody seems to understand and nobody knows? Well traveled through the air caught in the wind as it picks it up and blows.
Settles in any place where it can find, in the highest spot or the lowest crack. We want our homes nice and clean, we wipe you away but you come back!
You become so apparent over time your layer of dullness drives me crazy. But I can't be bothered to fight you today so i'm being quiet lazy.
If I did banish you today you would only come back in less than an hour. I don't understand where you find your infinite dusty power.
I hoover and mop up every day, I wipe all my surfaces so they are dust free. But when I turn back round again it's settled in the same place... Bugger me!
So!?.. Ok dust you're obviously around to stay, so please can you tell me your story. If you're sticking around we should admire you in all your glory.
You're little particles of materials and you're mostly made of dead skin? I am athsmatic and you hurt my lungs you really are quite irritatin'.
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