The Abrasive Black Dust Part Ii

As if the last breath exhaled
From the mouth of present
Languish was an indication
Of future endeavors
We would fail to bond as one
With the particles forever...

The beacon of hope
Degraded by burden

All the granules of being
Will no longer adhere
Leaving everything separate
From the whole

Desires gust through
The winds of eternity

The formless entity
Overrules the resolution
Leaving explanations buried
Beneath the sediment