I woke up, ants were walking in my ear. The fire had died out. A slow death for Mister Fire. The stars were looking down without comment. I listened to the sound of nothing. It was impossible to go back to sleep. To go to sleep in the desert. To wander in the desert, asleep. To sleep wander, in the desert. How long does the wall sleep? Who asks the dying bird? Do you see the seven stairs? Do you speak in the night? Do you walk in the rain on Sundays? Will you read the newspaper when it's wet? Will you read the moon when it's wrong? Have you walked around the mountain? Did I have a watch? No. No, I didn't. My wrist was bare. Klaus was awake, slowly putting on his boots.
-Will we be saved?-If we are found.
Published on January 08, 2014 00:27