possessed to found a city in the middle of sand

something that cannot be pronnounced. limited to screams. i collect black wood. full of desire for a shore. something that cannot be possesed. i collect black sounds. full of desire for something more. my tongue is that of my city, my sand. i try to stop the invading river but it is a stream i can't bend. something that returns, regularly, disagreebly. as if all the sky wanted to get rid of my black dust, my black pollen. my heart still beats refuse:resist but my hands fade away. the river is already swollen.

::: run together and never make sense :::