If my batman brother called me to echo voice I would be this.
the night I stayed at Suquamish to feel compelled to see auntie Bet, it would have been crazy to knock on her door at hours we don’t sleep. I hold my visit to see my aunties who know the night and in my way, I travel to hear what needs to be heard. The way I speak has influence of Ernie B when I'm told I speak like a farm boy when I speak Nippon it is what I know.
I know many things and sometimes it calls me into my hands when they can work and do best of what I’ve been called to. I can love many things and teachings of many things with my aspect.
my reflections are limited views on which I rely true being. I am nothing without them.
I have no dog in this fight but, without the time I had with patient hands to make me skilled. The iron and tools forged would be nothing.
A time at UW when Clarissa hugged me to demonstrate her heart. I recall the birthday of Holm and the jacket he was gifted by Pasco. What I admired so much in that he made a helmet of guard to guess what he was thinking on the back of it.
the box I have now opened to be the hands within my keep. It wounds me to know this day, after 7 this is a day without a fire keep that I work to make fire for and it, gives me paws of my keepers.
drawn image
the closest way I can demonstrate my world to my elders, a red tail hawk shapes the river in obedience the hand if have to make what I do is with something that drives me at best, half armor. I go to distance in time stretch m
I am many things by I am not a liar
Alive as you need me to Be
I am handed what I know…by time and value the arms within my hands make me the line that bandmates called Cornell out for when he wrote the line. An unescapable time, Applebite
“no one can save the the pure or the brave, loosely tightly everything fits, even the wrists on your arm”
food for thought