Stay secluded is always first.
Become an eremite,
a forgotten curse.
Let them wish they had never come,
if you have visitors,
tell them bring no one.
They cannot see the shrines you’ve hung
for Loa, displaying Papa Legbas tongue,
on walls of broken earthen vestigium.
Fire and stone
, mix with water and air,
inside the hounfour possessed.
Kay myste burns the sacrificial hair
Imperfect, impetus, loneliness consumes,
recites, détruit votre âme immortelle,
the wild becomes entangled in you.