365 Days of Poetry 05/07/2010 Dance to Oblivion

[David Hauser]

Earnest as rushing wind blowing over hilltops at sunset as this sun drips into its bucket of timelessness. Cascading entities lay down their shadows bowing gracefully to nights uninterrupted bequeath at my mercy. I have come to this mountaintop to survey the meaning of life, for it has nothing to do with me a mere creature of dust. Its swirls around me as I turn spinning in the lucid spray of stars that surround my dance to oblivion.

david