اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Gaping fissures in the landscape yawn around me
Stones crumble to dust and fall to the depths
Nothing is familiar here, but always the same as before
The shell crumbles around me into the soil and sand
I am envenomed by the salt of the earth
Nothing is comfortable here, but always the same as before
Fragments of a brittle carapace
Fingernails, hair, and ash-buried bones
