plumes of thick smoke
hung over the badly burnt town

Dust,
Dust,
Dust,
You came from dust.
Hard to believe huh?

That someone like you come from dust?
Someone so intelegent,
Efficient,
And overall magnificent,
Come from dust.

Dust,
Dust,
Dust,
Since the begininning of time, the past.
From your ancestors, to the last.
They all had one destination.

From dust you came from, to dust you shall return.

He says
"I don't miss her anymore"
And I know
he's just being polite,
because it's me.
I say
"I don't think about it anymore"
And he know's  
I'm just being vague,
because it's him.

Embarrassment.  
We all know what it is.
It's the son of Mr. Miscommunication
and the lovely Ms. Stupidity
Embarrassment isn't a kind thing
It crawls into your stomach and pokes at you
only to remind you
of your misfortune mis-step.
With all of Embarrasment's toying
you become uncomfortable
you sweat
you fidget
but it's still there
that, hopeless feeling of stupidity that
eats at you.  

Embarrasment's quite flexible,
he likes to move around
the more you think, the farther he goes
from your stomach's trouble to your chest
where he hurts your heart
and lodges your lungs

At this point,
we all know what happens
but

I'm far too embarrassed to explain it.

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon