It’s a long way
across the desert
to the pyramids,
where pharaoh sleeps,
where sphinx keeps
her thoughts, mysterious.
I have to endure
the scorching sun
furious winds
making ever new
dune mountains before me.
I have to lump
I have to go,
till the sun is low
till stars are up.
In the end,
quick sand
for us, camels.
The answer goes with us.
Whoever bumps
will find it
in our humps.
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