Dust

Dust

A Poem by E.J. Waling

Dust
on the
gears.
Mechanical
reality.
Wheels
turning.
Gears
churning.
Burning.
Once in
motion
never to
stop.
Baked
into the
equation.
Formula
mixed,
designed,
inexorably
in motion.
Operationally
infinite.
Beyond
human reach,
understanding.
Dust
on the
gears.
Merely
dust
in the
machine.
Human
endeavors
great or
small.
Past.
Present.
Future.
Adrift
on a
mote,
lost in
forever.


© 2022 E.J. Waling


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Added on May 11, 2022
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E.J. Waling
E.J. Waling

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E.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more..