the dust

this dust,
this never ending
layer
of grey white
dust,
soft as a mouse,
as
quiet too.
a snow
more silent
than any snow.
covering everything,
including
me and you.
there is no end
to it.
no stopping
it from
it's insidious
flight and fall.
it's the world,
being
born, the world
dying.
it's all right
there in the dust.