That is the subject of the present poem "Dust", which deals with this very motif. The poem itself began as a request from a close friend, Samantha Monteleone, who asked that I assist her in constructing the lyrics to a song. She said that the only line she had was "my dust" and proposed the tempo sound like footsteps. So, I worked my craft, and churned out this curious specimen. She has since incorporated it into a brilliant work-in-progress, making it very much her own. I myself experimented with sounds and produced a different version. I'm going to try and post that version up somehow, but in the meantime please enjoy these "lyrics".
Dust
My dust
Hangs
In crisp beams of light
In rain
In every creeping breeze
Breath
Smithereens of me
Death
Is not quite what it seems
It’s a masquerade
A casting off of things once dear to me
To embrace
The celestial divide
To chase
Down dreams once kept inside
Bursting forth
From the flesh that used to line
This silly shell
Cocoon of selfsame diligence
Ne’er-do-well
Metamorphosed
Pieces of the past
Construct the present form
You are just
The dust of what has come before
UPDATE: Samantha has since completed her song and uploaded it to YouTube. She has entitled it "only just Dust". I personally think it's quite brilliant, and highly suggest you Like it and leave feedback for her in the Comments.
only just Dust
The dust of what has come before
UPDATE: Samantha has since completed her song and uploaded it to YouTube. She has entitled it "only just Dust". I personally think it's quite brilliant, and highly suggest you Like it and leave feedback for her in the Comments.
only just Dust