YEAH, IT'S JUST A LEGACY THINGA Poem by R J AskewOn the nature of memory, experience, life lived. Written while in a state of the deepest despondency over a failing project, dust to dust. What is memory but a sort of dust in our minds?Your mem'ry motes in sunrise thoughts O how they float through morning minds A face - you know the one - motes by You smile, here, now, years on, you smile O how you smile! Another mote... A purple speck of love drifts by But this? A mote of death, a face... A shard of remembrance fresh cuts You shy, a tear swell rimes your eye You gaze anew into the motes You see yourself a-looking back A mote in other's fading minds A settling sheet of nothingness A film of fallen lifelessness . . .
© 2012 R J AskewAuthor's Note
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