You came home.

You fell from the sky-
sprawled like a Devil's Claw in the dust of the Welwitschia beetle's playground.
The vultures picked the skin from your bones and flew away in the golden sunlight with brimming bellies.

You lived on.

Your soul took wing on their feathered backs and soared within the heavenly clouds, drinking up the precious rain.
Their cries were distant echoes of your voice now raised in vicious warrior song!
NOW there was only elation, carried by the whispering winds of the icy desert night.

This dry terrain both generously fed and gruesomely bled dry your strange mind and vessel.
Outcast and cherished,
rising and falling,
neither here nor there,
neither wanderer nor settler.

But you belonged.

You became the yellow grass, the prickly pear and the Camelthorn.

You did not only come home.

You became home.

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Featured song: The Fate of Miss H, Throw your troubles away.

Produced in my home country, Namibia.