A ration-less, passion-less, poet
I may seem…
…Though these are just faint thoughts
That we share in a dream.

…A realization
Is connection to dust…
...When the feeling is righteous,
As it seemingly must;
Don't expect a return,
Refund, or exchange
(When you find that the game
That you bought was lame)

…But, I know that you will,
That's why you are, just,
Like me- a fine grain-
In the ever-falling dust…