Dust Without Light

Does the universe know of itself

without light giving

the floating residue of Time's attic

images for its ever-changing progress?

Archipelagos of micro-vortexes

listlessly clamor for survival

as sentient beings we

hold tightly

our acquired beliefs

our possessions

our hubris

Yet

Listening quietly

to the gradual attrition of our minds

resolutely the invisible erosion of synapse

awaits simple sparks of illumination

For

Just as the winged fluttering of the Papillion

sheds scales of beauty and color

and attic memories forever suspend and collapse

expand and contract

So too is not man's experience

merely a cosmic quiver of matter

eventually jettisoning its used and worn

as celestial dust

making room for future

birth

growth

erosion

perpetual movement?

Perhaps

Dust without light

is but a foreshadow

awaiting Time's need

to shine illumination

to flutter open the eyes

and evoke the remembrance

the oneness of all