Dust - Holding Patterns

I’ll scan the room

You circulate

You take the lead

I’ll stand behind

Much still remains

Step and repeat

Gauge indicates that it’s early days

Born to fall behind

Does this sound familiar?

Compare and contrast

The ticket stubs you’ve thrown away

Two words from foe to foe on primetime

Was it meant to be?

The scene of all our greatest days

Or just a glance

From friend to friend in end-time?

Born to fall behind

Does this sound familiar?

I’ll do my damnedest

No respite for the amputees

What’s to say

If you can’t catch it you can’t have it

Slow to perceive

A tree grown from the smallest seed

Eclipses light

Defining darkness way beneath them

Wasting away

Like centuries that’ve gone before

You’ll disappear

Too scared to raise your voice

Incomplete

Settle for less or settle the score

Fire rages on

But it all seems so far from you

The blackest lungs

The purest heart

We’ll keep you in mind

For the fall behind

This is the time we fall for it

This is the time we fall for it again

This dust on my chest

Was once part of the earth

Now this part of the earth

Is wed to me

So much remains

So it must remain