I see the light pink and green rising up from my heart Little! Rustle!

I do the crawling tribeswise and toward her ushered Little! Gale! The meet

will not greet not in lives or in pocket change, this is Hello to Being Purity

to Little! Rush! I see eye pocket changed whirling Phaedra’s name, we are

meeting Self she is beaming like the time the three tribes danced Night into

Day and Wind into Blaze I named her Stormy after my Aunt who taught

me these paths of entering dreamtime even from behind a rubber wall from

within wordy wallpapered attics from rooms with cameras and a buzzer Little!

Storm! Little! Boy! your name will be Reign 


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