Zywa
Do not count
A sphinx in the desert grabs my feet
What is small, soft and weak
but stronger than the hardest marble?
Do not count on what you have learned
do not count on what you are thinking now
do not count on what you will know later
but surrender to the answer
or burn alive in the sun!
The standing heat and my resistance
against this exam dehydrate me
I lick the salt from my lips
fold my hands above my head
until they sting and get exhausted
my sweat evaporates
my skin is bursting
sand fills the slits
I dream of drops
that seal me
one by one, slowly
making their way deep
into my fibres, and the sphinx nods
She releases me
Here's a roof
here's a well
take a rest and move on
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