In reverse zoom from point of sand to floating moon
In lunar dust

Lesson learned in life, boiling the inside
Well without a trace, stuck in your side
Remains
Quivering, sinking in, let the light bathe you
The need to force
A microcosmic design
To be perceived as one

Calling of the drone
Becoming cold

Forager of own, and seeker
Turning preacher

Softly states, all these years
How my size fails me now

To be perceived as one
While thousands of millions collide
Ignorant to this