One Morning

One Morning

I awoke late one morning in August

And fell to the floor

For all the universe was dust

And there was nothing more

I thought of finding higher thought

Of placing myself above

But all I was ever taught

Drove me to the sin I love

And yet my heart heavily heaved

Disgust and shame flew inside

What I had always known to believe

Promptly keeled over and died

Yet in my lost confusion

Sloth became my ride

And gave my soul an infusion

Of Deadly Dioxide

In final desperation, will I did find

Enough to bring me here

And leave the dust behind

But that dust is not to fear

For it can be quite kind

Dust is the source of power

And in it is intertwined

The source of poetry, sweet and sour