Oh Dust! Scintillating Brilliant Dust!
I miss the dust misting on my skin.
Dry the throat and hair and thoughts!
Sprinkle me to bake in the oven of open day!
Remind me of the cleanliness of clear water!
Arise from off the trodden floor!
Surf the fickle breeze!
Transcend the trampling under foot!
Oh Dust! We will dance and embrace when I come home.
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