Parched, mouth, a dry river
Parched, soil, a trodden land
Parched, fibers, a cloistered paper
The savor of salt, now wasted
And earned or not
Who seeks its flavor?
Carry your salt sack to the sea
And earned or not
Dissolve it in a siren song
Weave a net of your own beliefs
And cast it into the same sea
Catching the level shore
Image: Tree planted on salt pile, Dead Sea (Israel) (2018), ערן רזניק
Inspiration: Hypothesen sind Netze, nur der wird fangen der auswirft. ~ Novalis.
Primitive Joe 
