You're Dust Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

You're Dust

Dusts dead, alive or scattered,
rolled with heels and steps of men,

punches like a storm of nature,
scatteringfields, fioundering with prevailing courage orimperilled thoughts,

You're a loosely encrypted
Script,
like this man,
neither dream nor reality,
neither comforts orbeing alone from night's of comfronting steps and distance,

Neither song or literature could abandoned protrayals of the heroes, saints and archetypal
contravention,

As namesee I have my reasons,
How unlikely we're similar, familiar reasons to love
Reason to hate as being human.

Faults of Gods between the sinners.