Cling to your lucky stars
To the stripes and banners abroad
To the shades you favor

Stay true, to the frayed outreach of a nation
To the mantra of your distant home
Then every fragment of yourself
Is sure
To fall
In place

Fill every faultline
With the rolling and wondrous tales
Of your bave forefathers

Flood every chasm in yourself
With foreign soil
As you dig to your roots
Finding worlds unknown