Component

We are made of dead things
Dry and twisted things
Coarse and rotting things
Old things

We are made of the same things
Component, atomic things
Universal and unchanging things
Desolate things

We are made of tired things
With holes for whistling wind
Where life pours out like sands
Of time, always time

We are made of dead things
Future things and past things
We are all things
And to dust, we will go

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