this place I know you are gone forever a realization, I can not ever see what was on your mind behind your thoughts, the time within your hands. I remain curious of what is within my teachings of my own heart and the many you have taken time out to share a world of imagination. A hero of the fall, is not fallen but exists in a place that is transformed by legacy, a world without pain and suffering. I touch the surface of a blank sheet of paper knowing fiber of it’s small nuance where I place a pencil never the same thing, without purpose there is no reason.
my regret is not that I could not show you what I am capable of in language you speak. In that place many have grown into their own voices and it is not my place to put words into mouth. That connection was made and ancestry ensured it, the time you were here, you carried a great deal of weight to make a world that makes sure, this world knows you.
No world can pull me away from an idea where you are not magneto. a being where the steel called you to move a world within your hands and shape many things in the time that was need to be.
professing and confessing my admiration
whatever tree that fell before you, you are far beyond the driven now. In a forest of trees that welcome you to a world of passage, time and place where you are called to. A new journey begins and I am grateful for the glimpse of what you could show me in absence of my ancestors and share methods that are timeless.
No mountain I can climb, no distance I can travel, to know the impression left on me you are a wait I could not wish over my worst enemy. As told the cedar rope now from Holm, a weight that carries more gravity with it’s abalone on it. When worn it holds more gravity than anyone can understand. When I ware it out, I feel all its fibre and its purpose. From the inside out. Methods of its lessons to be a left hand to the Right hand. This goes on.
a world is erased but reborn
as duty challenges honor, I imbue anyone who was at place of Holm’s birthday to challenge me the jacket that was place on him with honor for his years of service. I would not be service to demonstrate such thing, if you question my work. Question that with maker.
Defeat is not end, the end is the beginning is the end.
this promise is upheld and will turn to my work and do what work calls me to do a different person shaped by time of mentorship of my teachings of those who taught me. I granted what I can say in my words of world of reflection.
I will teach this guardian to learn all things you asked me to teach knowing.
the thing about us, yeah, there are things that don’t die. There is a deep that can only be known by the known.
in space like Ironmans mask no imitation I can be, if I would be able to reach it. my impatience demonstrates need for want to go. But I am ground. he dared me to run the mind in trials and sing. imitate others and in all my ways I have done that.