Flow dust ever go
'pon the streamed airwaves
never misplaced, entwined, eternity sowed
compiled in hills small, mountains stretched tall
fall to nothing, yet
inside you resides it all.
"Dust to dust" said the living dead
"for today I construct tomorrow, thank me instead."
"Yesterday came and went, thank you for seeing it through."
Dusted memories fall
as time grew.