I am my Ancestors’ DaugtherBlood from BloodBlood to AshesI carry Their Prayers like SongsTheir Grief like incoherent Whispersfelt in the bottoms of my feet My Ancestors’ Strength runs through me likeTorrentsI get swept away, They catch meTheir Sorrows like furniture inHeart’s BasementLight shifts in the roomsmall beams of Joy playing in the sparkle ofDust and …
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Sweet Chaotic Silence 