Dust Marks

…Yes, of course it wears you down.

It grinds away at you till at some point you forget

to breathe, you forget that there is more than one

emotion possible and you have to force yourself to grin

like one of humanity’s D.N.A. sharers and

spark life into your soul by doing something stupid,

in other people’s eyes, because you’re in danger

of letting go, and there is no one around to catch you

because they have no idea you’re going to fall.

 

Perhaps it’s not that life is to be lived

to its absolute maximum as you suggest I do,

perhaps it’s just that I’m finding more novel ways

in which to be remembered, so when I fall,

even if you’re not there to

catch me,

I will still leave a more interesting crater

or scar wound upon this world, a big shaped E

with no dust left at the scene.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015.