The Dust Remains

by M_A_S
Remnants and scraps?
Skin and smoke?
Dust is more
Than vagrant, floating flotsam.
It is the past without retreat.
It is the memory of
What we cannot remember.
Even the water in the clouds
Needs those particles to persist,
Are born
In the drifting Dust.
 
Defile the Dust?
Deny your ancestors?
Renounce your heritage
From every dead galaxy
And each star yet to be born
In the burning gravity of Dust?
 
There was a time before the light,
And there will be eons past
The hungry red demise of the Sun.
But even in the black contraction
Of the near empty
At the end of Space
The Dust remains.

First appeared on the blog, Scribbledinbits