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A poetic genesis of my identity of whom I have become through adoption by Cherokee people! |
Windtalker You follow me faithfully to the places that I go alongside people that I know. Nor could I ever prove this were true. There is something different about me that you know all about, a substance in my genes that express themselves subtly so. I am able to go where it is that I choose to go. To say you are within me, around me is true. You made me, I did not make you. There isn't a single world you cannot see, a single place you cannot travel to. Sometimes you have a singular eye for all of us to see. Sometimes you're like a finger, dangling rope-like from above, dropping down and striking swiftly on moment's notice. I sometimes see you long before the others do, they who race to desktops with charts and cellphones frantically. You've tricked them many times with your howling taunts, your screams from some demon's hell, your malignant glare. Or maybe you'll play a child's game, twirling dust devils around a corral or even pour watery spouts on those calm, sunny seas. From since Time existed for me, through infant eyes you fascinated me, told me secrets ever so innocently. I did not make you, but you created that within me. You allow me at times to fathom your paths, angry at times you so are ... I am Windtalker. I did not make you. But you became me. |