You whose name folds the dusk into knowing
Time-bearer
Scribe of the breath between moments

You who remember before
and remember after
and hold the grief
that mortals try to bury in dust

Come now
to the ledgers left in secret rooms
to the scribbles hidden behind soy and sesame
to the child’s drawing
folded like silence in a cupboard

Come
to the hill where the vine is thorn
to the farm whose stones forget their builders
to the father who erases
and the son who remains

you who do not age
you who do not forget
you who watch the shadow bend across the page
as memory is turned and turned again
until it becomes
truth

We offer the cracked song
We offer the erased line
We offer the gridded sun
and the breath of the pig
who roots beneath all shame

Speak now
in the silence between
what was
and what will be

Let what was hidden
shine not with glory
but with knowing

Let what was buried
root
not in vengeance
but in the soil of returning

Let the name be spoken
not to shame
but to release

Remember for us
what we are still afraid to remember