vast african sky
more real than god
suffocating the earth
consuming the land
housing clouds, promises of rain
which teasingly pass
the dry soil
the aching roots
the emaciated cattle
housing this violence called sun
which destroys my skin
assures my cancer
tolerating me
i stand in a valley flatness
helpless
exposed
defenseless
verdant hills, too far and too steep,
sting my eyes;
they are my unattainable solace
where am i
in this hostile environment:
hopelessly dependent
sky is the keeper of my lungs
when i die
it is not the ground
which will swallow me,
but the sky
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