Existence Dust


Extemporaneous does not work

for me. Impromptu only blocks paths

that I need to reach as if they were

indefinite elipses. Those tend to cover

for the life goal.


Beyond all boundaries, 

on the other side of midnights

and moons, such goals remain

unattained like an unheard



Go, seek, you won't find

me. I am easy on the existence.

I am fading always into mist.

Come, see my mind via how

my hands hope to do what my

feet wish for. 


Intuitively, sip from my mind

and know what dreamdust

is made of.










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