Dust

Were it a stone on the road

Or a trinket on the shelf

I wouldn’t mind the dust

I can say it for myself

Or were it a marble table top

In a long forgotten great hall

I wouldn’t mind the dust 

It would belong there after all

But it is not such objects

It’s not an ashy fire ring

It’s a living beating heart

No dust should collect on the thing

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