We burned holes into the sky.
On our way beyond the stars,
time broke.
Then we stabilized
inside towers of sand.
Instead of sitting behind walls,
we sit on shards.
To be more,
beholding among the blind,
to invent ourselves,
there was no No.
Burnt by freedom,
we inherited
a peace made of glass.
Without home in our own country,
naked in the desert,
we intended to make rain.
Then we consolidated.
Instead of traveling on
we stayed put.
Our sleep has aroused dreams.
