The Dust of Reality

All around you

It is happening

The tower is being built

Building on hopes and fears

Invisible to you

The one who it will effect

Yet it is still substantial

It still has a weight

It still has a body


The wind whistles around it

Stirring up the dust

The dust at your feet

The dust of reality

Letting you see

Make out the shape

The shape of that which haunts you

That of a huge tower

Reaching to the sky

Trying to touch divinity


Yet as you know

Eyes cleared away by dust

This is impossible

The tower will crumble

It will break

Falling around those who made it

Falling on you

Falling on the dust of reality

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