The dust is more than I can bear. The joy of my heart is darkening and receding. My crazy longs to be loosened. To jump free from this dark and dusty hard rock that cakes my cuts and cramps my legs. The red of rage fills my impulsive veins and I quiver, anticipating escape, any escape. Again, my fists shoot forth, bloody knuckles lashing out. Again I dream, again I awake into hard rock reality.