You're coughing! Are you OK? Are you OK? Hokay? Hacking? You're hacking. The dust is in your lungs. Ooh. How do you feel? You may feel the wind blowing and reaching inside you, don't you? You may feel the dust in a breath that travels to your feet. That dust, full of the smallest particles, little needleheads, that may lodge in your skin and through your throat and down into your intestines. That dust is so pervasive. Made of so much filth. Yuck. I hate the dust, don't you? It's been everywhere. The same dust that coats the tops of televisions, that gums up the axle oil of SUVs. That chokes out smoke from poultry farms and pesticide plants. Dust made of crusts in hungry Third World eyes, the little flecks of pollen on dirty flies, the dust that's made of ground bones from old mass graves and bacterial spores from seeping landfills piled with our ignorant waste. But the dust is good too, no it's good, it's good. Good dust, good dust. Dust mingling among your old toys in your parents' basement and the put-away porcelain figurines of your dead grandparents, the dust that's accruing on the acid-free paper of your "I'm-so-lonely" diaries, and letters to friends you've forgotten. Dust hovering in the libraries. Flecks from the etchings in ancient stones, fibers of Egyptian papyrus, the expectorated graphite from the drafts of constitutions. All the knowledge ever known, blowing. This accordion of chronology we exist in. A mist of hissing history. You're alone in the blowing known. Just the dust. Flitting like careless androgynous dancers in circles and circles. Consensual concentric circles. Consexual consensual circles. Bones and ashes and dust. The dust is around you. The androgynous dancers are dodging you. It's a dungeon of dust. Exogenous exoskeletons. Existential concerns. Spews and spews. Where are you? Where am I? I'm who? You? No I'm you, not me, you. You knew. Spews and spews. Do you?

Wait don't run away! You'll get lost! Maybe fatally! I can't see where you are! The dust is so thick! This is bad! I can't see you! Where are you call my name! I am here! Follow my voice through the darkness! Oh my God this is terrible. Reach through the cloud you cackling crazy! You're cackling calm down! Calm down, calm down.