those high clusters
swirling elusive
come from another era

white infinite gradation
silhouetted against a sky
which seems to move
and is fixed

where sand looses its color
and magnetism makes the stones
walk

we follow an ancient trail
rectilinear writing saved
by minerals

their-motives-their-common-movement
and radio signals deflected
by the curvature

a stream came and froze
a fragile ground formed
below us

then the heat separated fragments
we glided slowly
an inch again