Kingdom of Dust


the_surreal_arts@Deviant Arts

Very rarely do I exceed the momentum

Of my meticulous morning routine

Noon finds me gluttonous and unwieldy

Night haggard and indistinct

So uncompromising the clock

For she spares not a single second.

Who shall serve my successor

When my kingdom of dust

Has found it reasonable to pass?

Will there even exist a niche to fill?

Or have I been too stingy to imprint?