I originally posted this to my friend Andy's now defunct antisocial network: asocial.

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I am not the dust that settles,
	The inevitable layer of inaction
	Covering the memories of our past.

I am the dust that travels.

Forgotten, yes.

All that remains, true.

I follow the winds,
	The harbingers of change and movement
	Rushing through the joys of the present.

Never stable, true.

Idle, yes.

No, I am abandoned to history.

I am not the dust that settles,
	The hapless, witless passenger of time
	Cowering from an uncertain future.