Dust

poem by: John Prophet
Written on May 11, 2022 

Dust
on the
gears.
Mechanical
reality.
Wheels
turning.
Gears
churning.
Burning.
Once in
motion
never to
stop.
Baked
into the
equation.
Formula
mixed,
designed,
inexorably
in motion.
Operationally
infinite.
Beyond
human reach,
understanding.
Dust
on the
gears.
Merely
dust
in the
machine.
Human
endeavors
great or
small.
Past.
Present.
Future.
Adrift 
on a 
mote,
lost in
forever.

 

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