Sand And Dust Poem by RIC BASTASA

for that was once the curse
all that you touch turns into gold

and you have nothing to eat.
and so you touch yourself and turn to gold.

so you do not eat anything anymore.
you are gold now and someone may take you
someone may own you.

gold, gold as you are. a statue of gold.
a thing of value. a thing, yes just a thing now.

to kill this curse, you must love forever.
love the emptiness of space. spread like air.

and you become everyone else. unseen. loving.
embracing, all embracing to space.

to break the spell of this goldness you must
swear to become dust.

into the desert you are everything else.
sand and dust, no one can distinguish.