into dust

February 25, 2018 by Michael Guerin

with seven lines you moved me from night
to someplace deeper than despair

a bittersweet truth (perhaps)
that what has passed (as it always
must) finds its way into dust

like orange groves on the edge of timbuktu
never again to bloom.

for faiz ahmed faiz

poet, lover, writer, seeker, intuitive empath. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...

mind & machine