places you remember void of color, the pathfinder, the forge.

years of dance of song and play, when it was plausable we ask

Max why didn’t you save us. Now with my grandmother gone and roots I feel within my being.

The animal I longed to retrieve me from woods is that shadow of self standing in.

Only because I placed myself at the water year after year for 21yrs to be under what the white people call paradise and feel current turn in my hands and feet.

looking far up to the bridge of drivers of two decades at the blood moon. This resolve is nothing escaped but known. My heart within me, my soul like that a heart of lion.

the place is found myself was not a full moon but time it called me to be the being I can let go of.

clouds overhead and yet a song drew me to be a song for memory of my roots.

This song sent into water sung with my hand into the water and let go.