Routes of jagged creation line this journeyꓽ
Slopes of jealous mountains, impatient-running waters
Crestfallen deserts, hungry savannahs, bemoaning wildernesses . . . .

The sun jeers at you with terrible rays,
The silt of the desert dunes blister your feet,
Your pupils dart about recklessly and pick on those prehistoric beasts,
Jackals howl at you . . . .

You thirst
You hunger
You hiccup
You belch
You perspire
You shiver
You tremble . . . .

You’re chastised by the gaunt, secret hands
That lead you through this naked, sinuous way,
Even by moonlight, when the fragments of dethroned and shattered stars
Pierce and bleed your wandering feet.