Grains of psyche

And when we are putting things in bay forgetting what we want to say
and the nocturnal flecks of fire ignites and perishes beyond restraint
what is balm may be dust, God given dust and I am sure
that dusts earth, sky, star, moon and watery sand all have their purposes
for seeing grains eases a tortured construct in the psyche

Speak yer mind

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