Dust from fibers of cloth
from cotton bandages swathed,
dust with the smell of must.
Dust from piles of ash
from forests' lives cashed,
dust with a taste combust.
Dust from the flakes of flesh
from skin when refreshed,
dust with the feel of crust.
Dust from iron speckled with a color of wine
from when it, air, and water combined,
dust with the semblance of rust.
Dust from pollen the wind does carry
from now until fallen and burried,
dust in the sound of a gust.
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