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st off of me so you can see the real person underneath the layers of misplaced sediment and overheard sentiment as I stand, a fly on a wall waiting for you to take a breath and exhale, so my life can begin again</p><p id="f88b">I wake up dusty from allowing the fires to burn all around me, but not inside because you can’t be hot to stand so still and emote so little and maybe it’s the dust that keeps the tears in because I don’t want my eyes to burn for forty nights if I allow myself to weep</p><p id="76a2">Bring me back to life with the warm wind from your mouth Cleanse me of my sins that got me here in the first place and left me so dusty from inactivity and loss that I remained motionless for all this time just wai

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Dusty

A Poem

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I feel so dusty like a windswept artifact left to wallow on the shelf of life immobile and unused an onlooker inside of my own eyes a static reminder that I can hold the air and be still and collect all of the particles that drop upon me

If you want me to come back to life you have to blow the dust off of me so you can see the real person underneath the layers of misplaced sediment and overheard sentiment as I stand, a fly on a wall waiting for you to take a breath and exhale, so my life can begin again

I wake up dusty from allowing the fires to burn all around me, but not inside because you can’t be hot to stand so still and emote so little and maybe it’s the dust that keeps the tears in because I don’t want my eyes to burn for forty nights if I allow myself to weep

Bring me back to life with the warm wind from your mouth Cleanse me of my sins that got me here in the first place and left me so dusty from inactivity and loss that I remained motionless for all this time just waiting for you to notice me and to clean the dust off of me one more time

© Jonathan Greene 2020

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