“I think you’re lost. I think you’re waiting for something  to swallow you whole, so everything you’re feeling can  say it was consumed unbroken.”
       
     
 “You’re lost, you’ve followed a road that leads to nothing. But you follow it anyway,  to find yourself just where you began.”
       
     
 “You are the wealth, the beauty of generations, ancients of power, shaped in a frightened cup of a woman. An empty cup.”
       
     
 “But now you know, so you follow the voices that sound like yours,  that swear in your name.  Something about the languages tastes like your mother tongue.”
       
     
 “And for the first time, you see  yourself as you should be,  an ancient language in a new beauty.
       
     
 A semblance of all the generations  you have never known to claim. A language lost in translation, and the translation is you.” 
       
     
 “Don’t touch, see.  Look into me and see where you are lost.” 
       
     
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 “In the risen bones before they became dust.                                  The village by the river your grandmother was named after. So this is how you go back. Declare a reclaiming in the tongues  we fashioned from war.” 
       
     
 “From a language we spoke for ourselves in praise of our identity, in the commune of onyx and blood.” 
       
     
 “Do you see now?”
       
     
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 “This is how you go back.  From the dust that claimed the  ones before you.  The sky too heavy to hold their spirits,
       
     
 “It rained so you could stand in the sea you know to part, dip your feet in the welcome  of all that you have lost...” 
       
     
 “…wash it away wave after wave with thanks,   Become. ”
       
     
 “I think you’re lost. I think you’re waiting for something  to swallow you whole, so everything you’re feeling can  say it was consumed unbroken.”
       
     

“I think you’re lost.
I think you’re waiting for something 
to swallow you whole,
so everything you’re feeling can 
say it was consumed unbroken.”

 “You’re lost, you’ve followed a road that leads to nothing. But you follow it anyway,  to find yourself just where you began.”
       
     

“You’re lost,
you’ve followed a road
that leads to nothing.
But you follow it anyway, 
to find yourself just where you began.”

 “You are the wealth, the beauty of generations, ancients of power, shaped in a frightened cup of a woman. An empty cup.”
       
     

“You are the wealth,
the beauty of generations,
ancients of power, shaped
in a frightened cup of a woman.
An empty cup.”

 “But now you know, so you follow the voices that sound like yours,  that swear in your name.  Something about the languages tastes like your mother tongue.”
       
     

“But now you know,
so you follow the voices
that sound like yours, 
that swear in your name. 
Something about the languages tastes
like your mother tongue.”

 “And for the first time, you see  yourself as you should be,  an ancient language in a new beauty.
       
     

“And for the first time, you see
yourself as you should be,
an ancient language in a new beauty.

 A semblance of all the generations  you have never known to claim. A language lost in translation, and the translation is you.” 
       
     

A semblance of all the generations 
you have never known to claim.
A language lost in translation,
and the translation is you.” 

 “Don’t touch, see.  Look into me and see where you are lost.” 
       
     

“Don’t touch, see. 
Look into me and see where you are lost.” 

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 “In the risen bones before they became dust.                                  The village by the river your grandmother was named after. So this is how you go back. Declare a reclaiming in the tongues  we fashioned from war.” 
       
     

“In the risen bones before they became dust. The village by the river your grandmother was named after.
So this is how you go back.
Declare a reclaiming in the tongues 
we fashioned from war.” 

 “From a language we spoke for ourselves in praise of our identity, in the commune of onyx and blood.” 
       
     

“From a language we spoke for ourselves in praise of our identity, in the commune of onyx and blood.” 

 “Do you see now?”
       
     

“Do you see now?”

crystal-anne-chijindu_aw_photography014.jpg
       
     
 “This is how you go back.  From the dust that claimed the  ones before you.  The sky too heavy to hold their spirits,
       
     

“This is how you go back. 
From the dust that claimed the 
ones before you. 
The sky too heavy to hold their spirits,

 “It rained so you could stand in the sea you know to part, dip your feet in the welcome  of all that you have lost...” 
       
     

“It rained so you could stand
in the sea you know to part,
dip your feet in the welcome 
of all that you have lost...” 

 “…wash it away wave after wave with thanks,   Become. ”
       
     

“…wash it away
wave after wave
with thanks, 
Become.