so it was this unruly day, in steam and slow tones
you never left my side, not under the casual rain
or even when the gods began to call their own
drumming the dream, waking the song,
piecewise promoting the entropy game

but, you ask, what from your heart to mine
what legend, what scales
Lakota fairy tales
could gain that fortified line,
in memories within our minds

well, from nothing but maybe
and for all that may be
my part of you is we.

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