13.Our Sand
In your trance your dance
Recalls and records
The footprints of a painful history
Body shaking
You try to assemble thoughts
Of a raging memory
And your feet stand hard
On the Kalahari sand
In your dust, your stones
We see the ghostly shadows
Of a vanished world
Hallucinating
You try
To recover dreams
Of gods and ancient miracles
And your feet stand hard
On the Kalahari sand
Your land etching and weaving
Patterns of pain
Through your trance
Your dance
I am trapped in your membrane of memories
I hear your silent voice
Through your trance
Your dance, your trance
And I hear you say
When will you find your season of dreams
When will your sand your land be once
Again surrounded by the landscapes of love
Through your trance
Your dance
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