The Sun is dust on fire.
The Moon is dust on ice.
The Earth is a dusty ball
with a dusty web
of dust-based life.
We are the dust that learns
to think,
to speak,
to dream.
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Poems to Save the World
A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…
