Providence Of Dust

all i can, to land in
i will let the stars stand again

breath the dust, drink the sky
fly the moon back to the mud and rust left behind
you will see, from the end, that i will rub the sky's cape of blue again,
take my word, for the luck i have in the lies he tells to you

bring the globe, take it all, in your hands
bring all of it to a kneel and stop the world for the land of all

dust of rest, dust of wake, a breath of life you take,
rust and live, fine with age, and turn to dust yourself at last,
fast as stars, may you be, take your time with it all as you never know when its to late.