Poem from new poetry book The Sun Will Eat You Too by BW Derge, Dust at the Bottom is a poem about the temporary nature of human existence and how we return to dust at the end.
Dust at the Bottom
The Square cannot be Circled-
Accept it.
Let it go.
Move on.
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Keep swimming down the river
Until the mouth of the Chesapeake
Swallows you whole
To become but sand at the bottom
Of the oceanic eternal depths.
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The miniscule amount of energy
That was staved by your existence
Will barely make the universe last
Any longer-
Entropic dust collecting at the bottom
Of our simulation’s hosting hard-drive
Is our determined unchangeable fate.
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The only thing to remain the same
At the end of the day
Is the cold shadow of death’s left hand
Creeping around the corner
Soon to gently tap your shoulder
And let you know it is time to let go.
Take the journey back home
And so you must accept it.
There is no other choice
But to let it go.
And move on with death,
Down the road
To once more be but dust
At the bottom.
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written by BW Derge, copyright protected, all rights reserved 2024
