That Never Sleeps, April 28, 2016
Where to start with today’s poem? A friend of mine, Frank, made the comment that it looked like a brain. What a perfect interpretation as I happen to appreciate the brain image. After all, the poem is set in the mind. It is written in a sort of mantra allowing the natural flow of typing to take on the characteristics of layering dust.
There are a few things that I like about this poem. The image, yes, for one. The brain is beautiful. And it is a live image full of visual energy. Second, the paradox of the statement. Is dust restless? It has a reputation of quietly collecting in stillness on a surface. However, its a lot of work to layer tiny little particles. If a surface is not maintained, dust will take it over. Thirdly, that the title is the end of the poem and adds a little more conundrum to the statement perhaps alluding more to the restless.