Dust

Dust 23/365

Who really gives a fuck.
We are in a universe of things.
Galaxies crash into one another all the time.
The slow drip of paint on the
Anointed forehead of
A canvas.
Primed and ready.
Ready to become
A
Thing.
So we mix and crash
Into the essences of our
Beings
Longing for truth in a empty
World.
Dust on the outer regions
Of an idea.
Chance coincidence
Of sperm and egg.
Fraught with choice.
To act not to act.
To try or not to try.
To sleep and sleep
And sleep on a pillow
of mind on top of mind.
So I say Fuck it.
Today I say fuck the system
And the particles of
Influence you try to
Make me obey and say
I will go my
Own way.
Today.
I say burn in your
Wheel house
And spin until
You combust into
A consistency of lava
And a cool wind
Makes you the volcanic stone
That makes up islands
And planets
And restless nights of
Habits to be broken.
I say fuck the nay sayers
Fuck the Proverbial Hater
May winter be thunder
And your hate be a storm
That you can't get from under.
Today,
I say fuck it
With a smile.
I say good day.
I said good day.
No really have a good day. 😉






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Day 23
Dust 23/365
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