Dusty Creator

as you mold the clay
to make a face out me

you need to put water
and regroup all those

elements of fire and
air and earth

that refer to myself:
some stories and

answers to what i am
and from where i am

to where i am heading
to where shall i end

because you are my creator
and i am your mere dust

and for all things queer
and weird, My Lord, I must abide.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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