Dustpan Recollections : OCD and the Tao of Broom

     if there is a breeze to lift it.

2) One dust bunny is composed of a billion motes

     that never caught a breeze.

3) The mote was swept away...

     not by love-

     but by the distinction of being useless.

4) Motes live within a sunbeam...

     yet die in piles on the edges of everything.

5) Everything. ..the universe...you...started as
     cosmic motes. Glowing dust  flung to the fringe ;          
     clustering around the light ; the galactic crawl -
     slow tango of tangentials ...
     - radioactive winds -
     - orbital decay -
     - singularity emissions -