... In the valley of death, on the sand, there we stand inclined but not fallen just yet -- there we stand on the sand, feeling slowly that the sand is too quick -- there we stand... and pretend that we still have to speak to the hole in the sky... to the sand, rich and yellow like a lion skin, though no lions ever made it here, leaving all that to us as we stand on the sand, and imagine that we are still alive in the valley.. ... Where sands were drifting with the winds, there's just another void. ...