Todd J.Caudill


53 year old poet in Eastlake,Ohio.

Dust, Dust, I am but dust. Standing among other dust, on large collection of thus. That rotates around an orb afire, shining light to us. Swirling within immense galaxy, whirling next to countless others. Existing within a universe, whose existence defies all verse. With no beginning without end, but shall end and be renewed. Unto God speak well,sing praises, without whom we aren't even dust.