Randomly Fools Move Against Strong Sunlight

randomly a
speck of dust
moves among
the myriad dusts
against a ray of
noon light
getting inside
a door half-open
inside my room

wanton is the
action of this
glutton ion
in a grand reunion

species of their
own kind on trails
so undefined

streamlined untwined
come moonshine

scattered molecules'
ghouls sub-rules and
cesspools turning
into the whirpools
of all fools

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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