Dust from Hunt by Juna

on the pavement I walk
into rectangles and walls
all these mazes are false

throught tiny holes in the rock
into my home I now come
the only place where i stop
in a basement

ahhh

down the basin or tub
through the drain around the hole
and the mainstream flows on

through these crevases I watch
as crushed up bone and blood and stuff
in the pavement

ahhh

whether angry or not
whether in love or in lust
all these flames they are hot

in a distainful distance
I will walk the open dust
I will seek til I'm lost

and I am a caveman in clothes
covered up with chemicals

• Folk
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• Fayetteville