I'm making dust i'm sorry the words
just came to me splattered all around
are objects with beauty long ribbons
of blue diamonds floating in harmony
black glitter in the night
sky is a perpetual plate of grains and
here i am trying to understand
all the things which i own things i do not know the name of
things that are true but filled with incomplete
the things that in thought
have grown my being weary
yet here they are so solid making dancing only necessary