we therefore commit…

soon
you will be
no more
than
particles
of
existence
so
easily
filtered
from
memory
oh
those
promises
of
dust
to
dust
are quite
exaggerated
since
dust
leaves
a remnant
on
the surface
of
life
but
like everyone
before
you
you
will become
a fleeting pattern
in
morning’s light
squeezed
between
the blinds
as
rays
of
yesterday
mingled
with
thousands
of
lives
transient
patterns
revealing
lives
long gone
but
are
quickly
concealed
by
the
bright light
of
a
new day