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He collects dust

Scott (storyteller):
Clouds of dust rolling towards him he remains static waiting for the impact and when it hits
David (dying man‘s last words):
Broken feet on sleeping ground
This lonely place has come
Still breathing with the lights switched off
The circles have been drawn
So goodbye ( when it hits it hits)
Scott:
He stands rigid in his mind great overtures bellow reality is all silent
The dust is reluctant to settle blown by erratic squalls that disturb the wind, he is reluctant to move the a spell could be broken the dust is playing with him
David:
Broken feet on sleeping ground
This lonely place has come
Still watchful as the lights switched off
The circles have been drawn
So goodbye ( the dust, the dust is reluctant to settle reality is irrelevant)
And he collects himself
Cuz everything is dead
I wanted it all
Scott:
As heavy particles fall to earth
A haze remains distorting the light
He feels like the last man on earth
He thinks he can hear every speck of dust
His mind scrambles for some words
In reality the words of comfort do not exist
He remains static
A man in the middle of dust
A man in the middle of nowhere