Cubic Nomad - Monotony Of Sand lyrics

Sand dunes, interminable deserts, burning winds The night temperature bitter, a land of grit And floating above me stars As violent as fire balloons, tactile and brilliant The all-enveloping sky, a cloak of soot This is my story, my brief biography The sum total of my experience I travel, a compa** useless in my useless hand Through a sandscape, a singular topography I am a continent, a violated geography Restless in all this emptiness I seek a fellow traveller, search for a sign A secret handshake, a phrase Some unusual colour like periwinkle, for instance, or bright citrine But the monotony of sand persists And nothing improbable finds entry Into the appalling platitudes of speech The lingua franca of everyone I meet In this land devoid of flags and pageantry Yet still I journey to this naked country For something in its nakedness has a beauty so pure It’s as if I thrust a knife into my immaculate flesh And drew it forth without a drop of blood being spilled It is abstract and invisible as air, this empty geometry This ampersand upon ampersand That leads me on as if I were zero or the minus sign Through ‘and’ and ‘and’ and ‘and’ To seek a form which dances in the sand But nothing formal dances Only the wind blows unchoreographed A floating ghost across the dunes The sand molecular, airborne and free Is faint with the scent of absolute dryness A small mineral smell And this almost scentlessness This shape without shape is a violated country One in which I am both exile and inhabitant And though I would escape, this is my chosen landscape