Dialogue

You traveler!
This land is stone and cry and sand,
and torn and fire and mystery.
No traveler come here,
no soul, no happiness, no joy.

No allowance to smile,
no allowance to breath,
no allowance to fight,
no allowance to live.

I am thunder and lonely and light.
A solitaire traveller in this far land.
I dont have food, nor roof, nor rag.

For this bread to eat,
for this ground to sleep.
I can work, and read and write.