I am a dot,
a tiny dot,
occupying this lonely spot.
I am dust,
gagging rust,
gathering on a tarnished pot.
I am a tear,
a long-wept cheer,
smudging a poetic plot.
I am a boy,
a useless toy,
analyzing a lonely dot.
Daniele Pinna
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dot/
