The vampire my cousin made sense of a place where I held in curl of the sweat my uncle was my seat.

Today a marker of the last of the house of those days.

Sitting at the church in loss of the widow peak of my uncle thinking of him a vampire recognized by one of my distant blood. Keys strike so loud witthin sound like place you as foreign land will know.

Seeing twins forward I imagined in my heart I see a new world from Whitebird from this song I kept from the time Uncle Junior gave me.

My place of being unearth contained cage.

this design made flat so others can make it bigger and known.

Testament I am here to keep these things in place.