Dust we now perfected once were raw unfinished stuff of passions dissipated hence to dust Share this:ShareClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... 3 thoughts on “Dust” Add yours An odd thought, perfected once? LikeLike Reply Well I like the ambiguity of avoiding punctuation. In this case you could suppose a comma after perfected – if you like… LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Ambiguity is good, it is food for thought. No-one takes the same meaning from a poem. I’d be worried if they did. LikeLiked by 1 person Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.