Not a Drop

I’m

From every speckle in existence.

All thrives in me,

Molded from every dot of nothingness.

Not a drop of blue.

Or any other color.

Impossible to see.

If you know,

Not a tint.

I'm a dust bunny.

Wind is alive with dust.

I let it go

To touch

The old hag.

Of the girl.

She cannot see as well:

What has started is

Over.

Already has been over.

Over again.

It’s never been.

I'm a dust bunny.

I’m Milky Way of dust.

Catch the wind

To visit with your dog.

Let’s get cosy.

Not a drop of blue.

Or any other color.

I’m a dust bunny.

Come to chase me.