That the grains of flour and sand come together to become bread and desert is formidable. The stars – do warn the stars for me like me in dusty destiny similar to the tree its fate is ash tell him about my return to them we will meet the prime creator who separates the elements into flour rock to dust water to steam summit dome of the after and the before full weight in gentle drift I come from there and as smoke I return let the sharing of knowledge together be served let the spreading of good be served pass through congested traffic in tears of woe so the blood flows in the veins.