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
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