I forget what I was going to say.

I had something really good

for here.

It doesn’t matter,

because words

are dust.


I guess,

in the big scheme of things,

we are all dust,

and dust makes planets,

and comets,

and big stars.



maybe I shouldn’t be so quick

to disparage dust,

and maybe,

I shouldn’t be so quick

to dismiss my words,

or anyone else’s.


Even the smallest words

have power,

and over time,

with the right words,

you can build a poem,

or a novel,

or a nation,

or a god.

HG – 2020

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