Dust

• Artist: Tensil
• Description: Well, it's a work in progress, but I can't seem to get a critique on the forum, so I figure maybe I can get a little attention/help here. It's about waking up every morning to a new layer of dust and realizing that my life is stuck in a lazy and boring rut as are so many others'.
• Date: 07/15/2008
• Tags: dusttensil

Millions of microscopic moons
surge swiftly and soundless- weightless
and glittering. Gossamer
lungs expand
Crowded. Choking.

Spin and splutter, spit
cough. Caught up in chestnut coffee
and cyber communications

Symmetric mistakes all across the nation

Seven sins cease our singing
lethargic limbs misplace their lust for
inspired minds and “alliterary” writing

Choking on the dust falling from the ceiling fan
when REM is past you can
see sparkles float through the sun that
woke you through the window

Comments

[Tensil]

This I know...uh, what are you trying to say? Or are you just stating a convenient fact? =]

[Sharing Heartbeats]

It's said you only dream in REM sleep.