I went out in the dust storm yesterday Sepia clouds filling the sky, but just on one side Dense clouds obscuring the east Clear as day over the shoulder
In moments I was engulfed And I said goodbye to the westward sun As the grains of sand, one by one Pelted me in the face
Engulfed in earth Baptised by the world Out of vanity is my unbirth And I don't even flinch
I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere