tiny cuts
whittle away
leaving a pile
of shavings
where a person
was once
carved from the
nothingness
in which we
all yearn
to reincorporate

the specks of
souldust memories
casually shed
in a whirlwind
of disinterest
folding in
a sheet of paper
denying physics
to become
smaller and smaller

a diffusion of
light under the
bored lens of
an electron
microscope
nothing more than
a smear on the
slide from
careless fingers
reaching for
their phones