Drowned In Sand

I count the pages Count the days Touch the carving In a rafter Read a writing On the wall Surface untouched and Pastless mind (so clear) Will never find it Never found it Walk in the streets Of ancestors' city Feel the weight of Such old buildings On my shoulders It's coming down! Things I came to know And places I remember I might go there Don't don't go there Every time I Meet the past It leaves a little wound I like to clear it all I smell the sea I'm down in the desert Searching for that piece Of untouched land I'm drowning.... Drowning in sand

Copyright Jaap-Henk Hoepman Index of l'Église Métropolitaine d'Art de Jésus Conducteur Mail: (jhh@xs4all.nl) WWW: http://www.xs4all.nl/~jhh.

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