I am the dust collector

I collect and name the dust around me

Some dust changes

Some does not

But it is all fascinating to the dust collector

To me

I take it in my hands and run it through my fingers like a sieve

I categorize and count

Name the type and date

And I can show you dust

The dust runs like blood through the cities veins

Great pillars of dust

Grown tall and strong

Built by dust

Destroyed by dust

Only dust

The dust smiles and cries

The dust watches the dust in the mirror

It collects and is wiped away

By a traveling salesman who wants me to buy his cleaner

The dust is.

And in it whirls the world

Spinning and free of thought or reason

The dust wants a creator

So it can be human someday

And fall back to dust

From the new and novel experience

But it is only dust

And I am the Dust collector