I ask Above for guidance,
and I remain who I am.
Was there guidance?
I ask who I am,
and I remain who I am.
I ask why I am here,
and here I am, asking.
I ask where my ancestors
have gone, and silence reveals
only their memories and legends.

Answers fail.

But whenever a friend
stops over to talk, we two
answer for each other.


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