Dust and Fire

Standing naked … above silent buildings ,silent with a smile … riding soft and smooth rhythm(non usually played in his time) behind him stands the well-famous small stormy desk , deep bottomless bed, pair of shoes, briefcase and a clock on top . Deception, ignorance, duty and doom filling room, In everything and in nowhere, in cement and bricks, Making walls, streets, cars, wires; dressing in grey and bathed in dust Fed by sweat and blood, from dawn till dusk … Standing naked … Filling oneself, dressing one's skin … Caressed with saline breeze of distant sea … arrived at that timeless moment, did not ask in drawing on dust shapes of you and me Under the blue breeze I set a fire none would stop the flame's desire to break free, to born as new Humans aren't made of dust,rather, of fire. Demons too