Faceless fear leaps from the book
I close the chapter.
My ancestors start hovering over my head
What did I achieve?
Glorified stones and shining plaques adorn the garden,
round and round my spirit soars.
Are you listening?
Two things always haunted me.
Space and voices.
I searched my atlas and traced my home
which never was.
Nothing will alter my hurt.
I am afraid to lose my soft eye,
roving smell and final judgement.
