I want
to be dust
I want
to be swept up
by the wind
that most concerted custodian
and be dispersed
and in that diaspora
I will be everywhere
at once
I want
to be loose in the air
unseen like love
until caught
in the light
and when I alight
I want to
anoint one and all
the brides
the babies
the haphazard
and the homeless
taint them all
with grace
the tender debris
of decay
but I
would be content
just to cover you
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