The Dust Cloud My Friend, is Blowin’ in the Wind (May, 2026)

All life is born from non life,

Thus the generative force of strife.

Dust fertilizes the Amazon

Enabling the flourishing

And overflowing abundance

Of the self-sustaining wilderness

Where Sky rivers abound with splendidness.

What lesson might we glean

From this forest that teems?

Be wary of those titans of industry

Who proclaim development

Hinges on maximum productivity

Unaware that such a serious envelopment

Undermines the playful proclivity

At the root of growth.

For life needs both

Purpose and purposelessness.

The two are a Möbius strip.

So be careful before you curse the arid terrain

For the dust that imbues the rain

Permits life to maintain.