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Dustless | Volume 15 | For Pride in Their Flight

…boys chasing dragonflies
are lost in a moment
and their lives are too short
for pride in their flight

A city haunted by a decaying future.

Collapse is everywhere. Many flee. Grappling with failing structures, those who remain live out an uncertain present, their options narrowing, resources dwindling.

Because a heart can be numbered in moments, the citizens sense their fragile state: their famous city grows everyday more precarious. They look anxiously across the great river: from the east, forces approach, a new master rising, bringing a new law, creating an old fear.

For certain visitors, there is no choice: rest must be taken, healing sought, time killed. Although devastation is in progress, days are spent sightseeing the immortal glories of the ancient centre, enjoying the culture even as it falls under the shadow of an approaching end.

Among the Subtle and the wise, it is said: Only those who are able to stand alone can be truly loyal. Yet disorder and extreme events drive even the strongest heroes to surrender their isolation.

In the forges of the Ancient smiths, even the purest metals must give up their qualities, and melt, and blend with alien elements.

Weird alliances are formed: and dear pride compromised away.

Will it be enough? Will it be too much?

Desperation.

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Men and women
take pride in their beauty,
look long in the light,
and their years are like mirrors
under permanent skies:

but boys chasing dragonflies
are lost in a moment
and their lives are too short
for pride in their flight.

Excerpt from For Pride in their Flight, Volume 15 of Dustless

Be Dustless…

Dustless | Volume 9

There will be days of disaster, and these will pass. There will be days of beauty, and these will pass. There will be many days; they will all pass. Disaster and beauty of the day, the day itself, these are the Way. All things are moving on the Way. For the Subtle one, even the Way moves upon the Way. And the Way is still.


From Dustless, Volume 15 | For Pride in their Flight


Be Dustless…

Dustless | Volume 9

Let the stars sleep: the river will hold them.
Let the river sleep in the night’s arms.
But who will hold the night?
Me. I will. And nothing shall come to harm.

My life rises like blossoms in spring,
like new flowers stir upon the branch.
Death is merely a reflection of stars
in water like a running mirror:
it is not the stars themselves.

My life rises like stars at dusk
and wheels above my head.
And I will watch over the world tonight
and turn to face you, my love,
and turn my back on the mirror.

Turn my back on the mirror…
Turn my back on the mirror…

And I will watch over you tonight, my love,
and so turn to face my world,
and turn my back on the mirror…

Turn my back on the mirror…
Turn my back on the mirror…


Excerpt from For Pride in their Flight | Volume 15 of Dustless

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Men and women
take pride in their beauty,
look long in the light,
and their years are like mirrors
under permanent skies:

but boys chasing dragonflies
are lost in a moment
and their lives are too short
for pride in their flight.

Excerpt from For Pride in Their Flight, Volume 15 of Dustless