Dusty Edge of Insanity

Dusty Edge of Insanity is an eight-minute-and-twenty-one-second original score video poetry work that confronts the fractures of our contemporary world through a fusion of poetry, music, and vivid visual language. The piece explores global political, humanitarian, and spiritual conflicts, moving fluidly between tension and reflection. Its colorful, dynamic imagery amplifies the emotional weight of the poetry, drawing viewers into an immersive and urgent experience. At once intense and lyrical, the work captures the instability of our times while refusing despair. Beneath its raw power lies a current of hope, suggesting the possibility of connection, awareness, and transformation. Dusty Edge of Insanity ultimately delivers a strong, resonant message that lingers well beyond the final frame.

Dusty Edge of Insanity

Part One

I command the chaos — turn into order!
I command the death — turn into life!
I command the war — turn into peace!
I don't want to know a thing anymore.
You know my soul yearned for knowledge

but from this day on, I don't want to know a thing
except for, will I be able or not to love you.

Part Two

Darkness, silent and dusty, swallows the square and the streets,
buildings and towns, killers in black masks are running around
they are hungry for death, look very carefully, they know you.

Winds, they are made of quenching aspirations.
The passion of breath lives within every wind, and that old
kiss quenches them like a song, as we all are still living without

a sense of what’s buried deep within the night—
children’s breath bound evenly, piled at the roadside
among ghosts, moon rises, silence remains the same,

as the breath of forgiveness, dusty edge of insanity,
slowly sinks in the gray smoke of emptiness.
No fighter jets up above, but kites, but where are they?

Why God sleeps? Why are we dying as God sleeps?
Why no one cares about you anymore? Why are you silent?
Why don’t you see me standing right in front of you?

The light in the window must give you a courage,
lights are not faded away yet, children shine in streets,
the Western wind will color them gold, every mother

feels her child as the rays feel the way out of darkness,
mother’s voice echoes in the dark: Where are you, Lord?
Where is my son? Where is my daughter? Where is their kingdom?!

Part Three

So, I'll stand up again and tell you that I shall gather strength
and something will happen, as if by accident
and we shall walk toward each other again.

I command the sorrow — turn into calm!
I command the noise — turn into silence!

Part Four

I have good news – we will all get out of here alive.
What happens, happens on time, don’t seek your fault.
Nothing is your fault. There is no fault at all, but living,
through the mysteries of forgiving,

I see we are waiting for a miracle, the miracles happen
when I trust you, my sweetest friend, but nothing happens
when I cannot talk with you, and cannot keep my faith,
when I cannot continue my path when no one is around me,
when I cannot trust myself when all men doubt me.

Distance means nothing when your loved one means everything
and I am telling you – we will all get out of here alive.

What does not happen, does not happen in time, don’t seek
your or others’ fate. There is no fate at all, but choice,
in the centuries of noise and its deadly drive, while I am
telling you – we will all get out of here alive.

David Dephy
New York