He dances left
He dances right
He dances so faint he's hardly in sight.
You glimpse him here
You glimpse him there
You glimpse him almost everywhere.
Lock your doors
Close the veils
Grip the wood and dig in your nails.
Try and hide
See if you can
No one escapes the Dust Mote Man.
Apparently being bored at work makes me creative :P
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