I am molecule among molecules,
tossed and thrown,
breathed in and blown outward.
Caressed less than I am kicked.
The Depths
Depths are surfaces to yet greater depths,
and no depth can be found deeper than another.
Dust
If we come as dust we are only returning to our true selves.
Everything in between is exterior decoration.
Solitude
In loneliness one seeks a description.
In solitude one is the description.