Start Dust

Invisibly insignificant

weightless grains of dust without a destination

each to their own

accidental passengers of the solar wind

floating in the amniotic darkness

we know we are being watched by the Black Vastness

but are too small to gravitate

too powerless to navigate

hostage to our own Brownian motion

confused by each others’ echoes

we travel wherever the wind may take us

unbelonging pieces of the cosmic clutter

each to our own

we continue

each to our own 

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