to dispel the cloud of unknowing
a clarity of thought traces lines in the sand
from village to town dust accumilates
obscuring the eternal horizon
travel on and kick up dust
its not just the personal vehicle that spirals
but movement of others provides the particles to blind
sweeping, brushing, scrubbing,it clings
clouding the known from view
kick the dust it creates a storm
a tyranny of day in day out constant force or farce
never so sure as the truth plays out its fakery just another game
or are the rules open for debate in the democracy of choice
a careless slip can apply the longing for something else
the dust has settled but awaits the wind
wearing away the will for this the want for that
the senses play making form in the whirling mass
it makes no sense if seen or heard and fails the test of touch
like the state of being newness prevails change is a friend
kicking, shoveling ,exscavating dust
Beautiful imagery, Kumar, so glad your poetry still stirs up the dust!
