Down To Dust/Unfinished

I'm down to the dust, walking around when I found the ground to trust.

I'm 'ma clown with 'a sound given 'a "Wow" when I bust.

A loud inner Pow when I lust for what I found cause 'a gust of wind.

Lost in the sin.

Totally open but socially closing.

Poetry spoken but vocally loathing.