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The sun sets homeward
Down the vale of green bunting,
Gathering the fathers
By dint of the three hearths.

Upon guttural invocation,
An utterance beyond echo
The earth yields to bonding
In thrall to family.

Here is communion shore;
Unshod, I bound the cosmos
Supplicating in rapture
To the goddess of rendering.

-        Uzor Maxim Uzoatu

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