And the ground was shaking
In search of water with no roads
Just white dirt that's lifeless
Dust storms like knives in our eyes
Thirsty and tired
I can't see before or aside me
I'm swaying blind
My body, a boulder
Becoming the ground
My herd of grey searchers
Merge close for nurture
Dying for water
Look like the sky
This time tomorrow
Some of us won't be alive
The white Earth is so deep in my breath
And my lungs
I don't know if I am inside
Inside of myself
The white knives are so deep down my eyes
I don't know if I'm in front or behind
In front or behind myself
This time tomorrow I won't be alive
And the ground fell still