We are dust before composed
And after and stay composed ,
When we are dust in our eyes,
With a kerchief to water it off.

We are composed dust words,
Only later to be decomposed ,
Sucked into time’s black holes ,
Composed to be decomposed.

Decomposed to our old dust,
We are composed new words.
And all new words are old dust
For our kerchiefs to water off.

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