pulvis et umbra sumus
Lurking in the ashy midnight air,
dancing through the darkness: there,
black forms begin to warp and twist -
show us truths of what we've missed.
Clouds and furniture puff obedience;
sunlight is opaque, shining and deviant
as pages snap and feathers brush away:
coughing, sneezing, caught in the grey.
we are but dust and shadow
Human bodies tossing alone in the
atmosphere of blackness unknown,
believing in everlasting permanence:
untimely death a sad determinant.
Nothing here lasts forever and one
needs to know that life will be undone -
so complete all that you must,
we are all but shadows and dust.