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
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 4:24 AM UTC
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
