427 Silverado Concept

DUSTY / DUSTY GOT AN

A dusty desert road. Eyes closed
dust.
And a name, bouncing in your head.
After that, nothing.
When the dust storm began
"Who cares, know your name?
can only put our hands forward, as
blind.
trying to find another face, perhaps
ours.
But that is the worst.
we never find our face in a dust storm,
or in a dusty road,
not with our eyes closed!
because never again to be us.
I got lost in a dust storm, once ...
And now I do not know if I

me ... ... and not find the way back home


Dusty desert road.
Closed eyes in the dust.
and a name, bouncing in your head.
After That, nothing. When the dust storm

Begins "Who cares, know your name?
We Can Our Hands only put forward,
as blindness. Trying to Find Another
face, maybe
ours. But
That is the worst. Should we never find
Our face
in a dust storm or on a dusty road,
Not with Our Eyes closed! Because
no more, we will return to Being ourselves.
I got lost in a dust storm, eleven ...
and now I DO NOT know if I am I ...

... and CAN NOT find the way back home