In a waterless Desert end

Be patient
not me
on a
bliss
waiting

indelible
Me the sails
So mysterious
you are
Daily the
Internal facts
Interpret and betray

The life
The soul gave us
And
Us with the
Fingers down
To the final

The Great Mother
Has not
strained
To give birth to us

She threw us
in the
blood scream
Around us
and
our
descendants
Which they us
Set ever
And breastfeed
To your own
Life

We must
Us slowly
To get used to it
even if
We the mother’s breast
weaned
That we have their
Children are
and stay

We must
New daily
Ways to go
Which are the same to her

We dress
Colorful and sometimes
Different and
nobody knows
Whether he did not
Right in rags
Or in jail

And one speaks
Only with strangers
To be equally intimate
to become

One has itself
The mind
Of one ’s own
Soul alienated
One becomes despite
Neat neighborhood
Reputation and power
In his heart
In a waterless
Desert end