Dont tell me about your new shoes and the trendy bars miles away from here. Tell me about red garnet beaded necklaces, the iron cladded muted stones of the depths transformed into the rarest and most cursed gems. Remind me how to speak in bends and curves, in ways how the body always does the speaking. Revoke the titles given to me in the days of footsteps and tires, take me to the furnaces beyond this galaxy where a space age unlimited speech can redefine everything in me. Give me a name that our human languages have yet to decipher. Find what I cannot obtain, the things still hidden from my sight, what my eyes should be looking for.