If I Must be Dust

If I must be dust
let me be stardust
like that which falls
from brow of maidens
of broken dreams, broken hearts,
men of war
of broken brothers.

Like shimmering specters
saline and salient
subject to
an insubstantial glimpse,
a single moment,
the Eureka spark
saying yes,
I am me.
I choose not apathy,
I cannot choose otherwise
for that choice, has
long since
rejected me.

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