In the end we are dust
There is no end
We are dust
In the end we deconstruct
And fall back into
The particles, the dots, the moisture
That we once were
Capture light with pixels
Formulate a plan to control the chaotic doodling
Make it mean something
Make it look like everything and nothing
Build it up
Break it down
Build it up
Break it down
A method to connect the
Pieces, the puzzling connections
that I know are real
A belief that follows me, carries me
A belief that keeps me safe
yet not at all
The faith in what guides it can only make sense through this lens
And then I’ll share it
And then they’ll see it
They’ll make it mean something
They’ll see everything and nothing
Break it down
As they build upon each layer
If they pause enough to listen
They are, too, connected.
They, too, are consulted in the next deconstruction
In the end we disconnect
And fall back into
The particles, the dots, the moisture
That we once were
As we were constructed in every womb