The dust of remains
Tuck in the dead
Never leave crevices vacant
Or wrinkles clean
Land is always ready for sweeping
With traces of existence
I bring back faces
Forgotten since the first grain
Expressionless
Fall through grasps
Stick onto wounds
Grind down to a being less
Someone who never was
But a breath you took
Every storm carries a part of us
Gone, lost forever
Exhales gather











Fantastic!
A force of energy expressed here.
The storms rage on.
Regards
James