A SPECK

I am but an insignificant speck, in this expanding never ending universe
My existence, nothing more than a good piss, into a vast ocean to disperse

My words, though at times austere, are not etched in granite stone
Nor come from a fiery bush atop a mount; for you to then enthrone

My life, a gust of wind, like a forced fart; an odour, unable to whisk up dust
A mere annoyance, which a tempest force has spewed, in disgust

I can but dream, that any meager accomplishment, could have any meaning
In this immense, never ending macrocosm; from which i am still gleaning  

I move no stars, heal no wounds and erase no scars from this existence
A mere wretch, only scratching at the surface, trying to go the distance

But my will is strong, my faith, ingrained by loving virtuous ancestors
So I hope, that even a speck will at some point, radiate, before it festers
BOEMS by JA 596