calanchi (badlands)

The sky is closer here It's like the stars let themselves Fall just to gaze into Your eyes and fish your Guts and look for the truth You denied sayin' that you'll leave White soil soiling your hands White soil soiling your face And in the dust you swim And you become a fish again And you've always inhabited those seabeds Oh clay tell me why Oh clay tell me why Why do I feel Why do I feel like I am carrying the weight of the world