Old air is like our air soon to be.
Homes are first a dust, then air.
We are in bodies soon to be air
With no stones only fire and air.
Old stones still have air in gaps.
Their stories are hid in crevices.
Desert rats made them homes
In the storied stone gasps of air.
(Kuldhara is an abandoned village near Jaisalmer, a ghost village deserted by its residents overnight in 19th century to escape persecution by a tyrant ruler)