But dust fertilizing
gathers upon
blurred memories
of progress
and adventure
belying
predictability
in which? we grow

gathering
and sowing
are seasons
freshest in spirit
as hopes rise
with both's
opportunity
to walk
in reserve

blurred memories
either burn or freeze
in mind's eye
solstices

but progress
is sown or reaped
in equinoxes

while adventure
may meet one
on any path
or any camp

belying
laughter
at this thought
are cycles upon cycles
years and years
layers upon layers
of dust from toasted

predictability
which has toasted you
in return many times
I'm sure

We grow
as hopes rise
in mind's eye
equipose
on any path
in any camp
from dust
and then return