At times I lose track of my body’s continuum, its time and space 

It feels like I’ve been here before 

As if I had returned 

I hold infinity in the palms of my hands 

My ancestors’ pain that runs through the veins of this sunken place 

Sorrow built on sorrow 

So widely spread that it crumbles from the walls 

of the houses you rebuilt so carefully

Stone by stone, while you cried for the men you lost