Blown

Since my body is dust, 

I can be blown,


back into particles 

by a breeze’s twirl,


shaped by Hands, 

then swept away.

Watch my plans 

disperse as they


twist in this ending, 

with the life they were in.

This story, unwritten, 

will be written again.

 

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