day
what follows is a day of my life.
perfect, looks like no wind
these shepherds know peace. sometimes i know peace. sometimes i don't.
a break
i am there
steady as she goes...
good ol' dirt
into a village
an invitation for dates and sour milk and flies
a wave exchange
hugging the curves
pardon me
famous moroccan rugs
around and down
emerging from the black hills
into the gorge
...and castles in the desert
riding in an escher
ever onwards...to nowhere
i think i'm here. but does it matter?
a mosque in every town, no matter how remote. a hIrSch in almost every town too. but please don't pray to me (though i'd do my best if you did...).
hold me
rocking on
green carpets of irrigated desert
if you need a hero, look no further
i am a shadow, which means a cloud could kill me