Stone becomes dust. Stone becomes houses, that becomes dust. Relations become love, become hate, becomes passion, become empathy, become dust… What is forgotten becomes dusty. Hold the earth, hold things in balance. Can only last so long – there is a limit of energy or remaining before transforming. We have our limits: a limit of settlement, of balance, of energy, of heartbreak, of bones, of love, of home. Forgotten cobwebs everywhere, dusty and broken, we all move on – we have to – breathe, breath again, breathe again and so on… we always lose part of ourselves – give it away. Donate and get our home broken into, letting our lungs decay. Whisper a word. Unfold and collapse. Unfold and collapse. Make love to me and close the door, before I regret everything we have built up together.
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