the darkest our, I am not enemy but the vengeance you call.

a raven and wolf

what is known

letting the last of my eagle feathers and hold my hand the down that was in keep I could never hold I lot go. I become a wound as promise. Lay down my arms and plank for hours and be no person, and see who would engage me and no one came but the stars in my eyes and and that is all I wanted.

I went back to know what I belong to. a place of holding dream. unbreakable.

if I stood long enough that Balups could see me and touch my face then I felt known and invisble only to our people that know appreciate the song I know.

no tide can change my ground, it will know the cold of feat but know it’s earn and wash. become what the world makes you known.

I hold wait and earns that are burned like ashes in my mouth to tell you. Do not ask song to sing unless it means end to an end.

if I am the name I know it. I know I wear the knowledge I am kept. If men worship black water over the value of land, I am the iron of copper aged by uncle Joe to be the grandson of dog if there is a name written before it’s time, I am that. I will hold this line as long as my life is known whole. All my dreams have come to be and my heroes become thin but I am holding dreams within my arms to make new things a new.

Perhaps in the wreckage there are parts the remain and I am part of those things in what I can carry forward.