on leaving the desert
on leaving the flowers which never grow
there where all trace of light has faded
amongst the dirty grass
the skeletons which swim
on leaving the desert
which desires horizon lines
thirty thousand lines
thirty thousand drops
on leaving the desert
the caravan oscillates slow
from left to right
all to a beat
nothing at all behind the dunes
on leaving the desert the fire which transformed
the diversity of the last left oasis
thirty thousand palms
thirty thousand drops
on leaving the desert
you take this route
on leaving the diverse oases
to all thirty thousand horizon lines
to the fire which does transform
the sky
the earth
