
Dead seedweeds under my feet
cut deep into my skin
They blanket the sand like the carcasses
in the scorching Sahara
Pain is not the sensation
nor hot
The ambiguity put me in a head spin
Tumbling thoughts fall on the summer dry land

Dead seedweeds under my feet
cut deep into my skin
They blanket the sand like the carcasses
in the scorching Sahara
Pain is not the sensation
nor hot
The ambiguity put me in a head spin
Tumbling thoughts fall on the summer dry land