The dust starts to make its way
towards the floor.
There is nobody, no one to say
what is good, what is wrong.
We are still waiting for the day
we should go on.
Like dust we will fall onto
the ground covered in snow.
What is now going on - do
you know what I know
or do you know what to
do when there is no snow
to make the falling softer,
to clean up the sharp pieces
of the gravel of the way
of well-populated dust-species
towards sand, towards hay,
finally towards the day
that we know
everything.
Brita Siimon
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