I had no idea the value that words of a man looking at a shaky plane
small lines that go into being a place bigger, sept into the mind and held.
immagination where one can long for a time before one unfolded like a straight jacket that goes back into the sky. A place where we are Natives can dance and imagine a world that Harold let go his mind.
Where we come from friend, a blue Jay is held up by the shoulder of an eagle and his name is Charlie Hill. Protector for you thru my memory for you even if people may judge me, you are picked up by some place.
born once before again
I’m no Indian in a cubard, I”m a real man in time and from the heart of Charlie Hill, we are ongoing and invisitble at times but doing day to day appreciation.