"From Dust"


From dust to dust a time frame
       Cravings gather dust
To sentient coils infinitude
       Of ego self and i.

A standing wave of universe
       Gifts a conscious life
It thinks! And in it's centric way
       Proudly creates the sky.

Sprung effect of cosmic mote
       Fleeting cognate span
Can such a phenom limited
       Ever fathom why?