You do, become, the thing, that writes,
It’s like, you are, the form, you like.
You can, convert, a train, to flesh,
Without, a care, to be, correct.
Sometimes, you know, it’s quite, a task,
To know, to think, to touch, the dust.
The dust! For real, akin, to death.
But then, you see, a first, a start,
The world, ablaze, alight, afresh.
