I sleep on the floor on a bed
Made from a firm pad of foam
On a 6 by 8 Afghan rug
From where I lay my head on a pillow
I can see a fresh layer of dust on the hardwood floor
I remember cleaning and wiping the floor not too long ago
There is dust everywhere on the floor on the wall and on my name
At this rate I will soon be six feet under the dust
If I understand infinity I understand it only through the omnipresence of dust.
