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To depart, I share a poem with you all:
Dust is just dust—no more, no less,
A whisper of matter in quiet regress.
It floats where the sunlight dares to stream,
Breaking the hush like a broken dream.
No legacy carved, no stories to claim,
No noble ambition, no whispered name.
It settles on shelves, on books unread,
A soft little marker of things long dead.
It isn’t a relic of something profound,
Just specks of the everyday, earthbound.
Skin and stone, ash and thread,
Fallen from life, not truly dead.
Don’t call it sacred, don’t make it lore—
It gathers in corners behind closed doors.
We wipe it away without second thought,
No deeper meaning, no wisdom sought.
For all that we are, and all we become,
May crumble to silence, brittle and numb.
But dust is just dust—don’t twist it to gold,
It has no desire, no secrets to hold.
And maybe that’s freedom—simple and plain,
Unafraid of purpose, untouched by shame.
Not every small thing must carry a weight—
Some things exist just to dissipate.