State route, county road, gravel, then leaf deep path.
Thirty three miles further into the mountains than I already live.
Past rivers strewn with the marbles of giants.
Mossed birch stands as mist's sentinels.
Path narrows, washed out becoming streams under reaching waterfall fingers.
Impromptu despacho of the found,
Earth gives to be honored.
Square within circle,
Singing is heard, "My name is Kporoye."
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Praise to the ancestors.
Respect to the lands.
Reverence to the sweet waters.
I pray for determination.