Oh entropy- the years are tearing me down

Oh entropy- the years are tearing me down.
Days go, drowning in the riptide,
slipping back into the dreamless nothing,
stripping me slowly to the bone.
Then, even my bones must become
the dust swept from this doorstep.
I shall be ground fine by the millstone of stars turning,
pilgrims burning their own hajj across infinity,
Trails of stardust swirling into flickering moments,
lighting the tiny fires of time where they touch down.

2/16/10