Dust.

Why do you do this to yourself? Create dust out of a lover,

An enemy out of a friend,

Sprinkle hurt over love

Bring tears to a happy eye.

Why do you do this to yourself?

Make boundaries,

Close limits,

Cut edges on dreams,

Bring down a sand castle.

Why do you do this to yourself?

Imagine locations,

Wander callously,

Dream in never ending recursivity,

Bring filth to the pure altar.

Alone we came

Alone we leave

The in-between is but a flux,

A chaotic permutation and combination.