Dust to Dust A scream escapes me as my body goes to the nether Disintegrating into grains of dust to fall up into the

desolate and be carried away down a flowing river of no direction. My mind, my soul, and my will follow into the oblivion after; each seperate from one another to divide themselves into a thousand times a thousand pieces My will holds tight to once piece of each as I flow for I will not let them go their seperate ways I will not lose me. For I am me. I am me forever. by Philip Wardlow 2012