Fiction based on truths; you made me to aid you. Guide you. You are the language. Ever flowing. Ever echoing. You are you are you are you are. **** And the truth is I couldn’t love you more than I have come to know. And this Mother Sun is proud to

have watched you grow. Grow. You are the perceiver, that perceived the parable: the never ending ebb(???). You are the intuit, you are the fire, you are you are you are you are.