NUBIAN OASIS
Particles of sky are scattered
in this light. I hear tongues
without other words speaking.
Nothing to do but nod back. I
do not understand, for all my
understanding. These can be
treacherous sands : Treats for
tenters, men with flesh doilies
in their hands. The best thing
to do, I'm told, in danger here
is scatter. Fausud Maraita told
me that. He's cooked creature
skins for snacks; men walk
about, chewing.
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