18 september 2021, Limburg
There grows a desert within me,
sand grains absorb the shining sun,
their light
almost blinding the galaxies.
But when sun floats, shines, pierces
the belly of desert with its sharp rays,
roaming scorpions, lizards, tarantulas, rattlesnakes,
even the desert dragon,
without attacking, to live on, devour each other,
multiplying in numbers, growing in seven directions,
till nightfall kicks off its dominance.
The caravan of clouds already departed,
the sapphire sky emerges behind a rock,
sifts the stars,
each wave stroke of this sandy sea,
tells a story of night depth,
nocturnal shrieks and mist.
The silver rolling ball covers the desert,
it breeds a tiny fountain amid
the ever-changing dunes,
just right in there,
a gold fish,
wants to inhale the full moon,
gazing at the milky way
and flies straight upward.
There grows a desert in me
A desert monster appears
On the tapestry,
the nightfall swallows everything,
desert starlit nights ceaselessly come and go.
When dawn cracks,
the desert monster rises again,
everyone takes a rock,
lifting, carrying, toiling,
panting, sweating to the top of
the high sandy dune,
no one reaches,
it falls again!