LOST IN TIME

 

 

 

Once regal.

Once opulent.

Dancing in the moonlight.

Beneath crystal chandeliers.

Now crumbling.

Soon to be dust.

Moments lost in time.

Never heard from again.

A place of desolation.

Stairs leading to nowhere.

For no one.

THE TEST OF TIME

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THE TEST OF TIME

Sunset in Everglades National Park, Florida

 

THE TEST OF TIME

We all succumb to it.

It takes its victims.

No one is safe.

We wither.

Dry up.

Turn to dust.

Life goes on.

Until the next victim.

Bites the dust.

And so it goes.

On and on.

It continues.

In waves.

In cycles.

In perpetuity.

No reason to fight it.

Only to accept it.

DUST TO DUST

Dust to Dust

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Asectic by Pierre Alain D. ©
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We tend to forget
we’ve sprung from the soil.
When our time is up,
we’ll return to it.
We must keep our humility.
Our humanity intact.
The earth can still reject us,
eject us from its sphere.
Don’t tempt it.

WE WAIT

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Richard Misrach, ‘Clearing Storm Near Kingman,’ 1985, Robert Mann Gallery

 

Emptiness.

A vast open space.

Open to the sky.

Coated in dust and mud.

Rearranged by sand storms.

Washed by the rain.

We wait for help.

For the weather.

For settlers.

For investors.

We wait.