xix. rejection

“in the sioux language, there is no word for goodbye…” -old sioux saying the accident of love among the thatches and claws of grass and birds, a remembrance of quick and quicker hands: the sun light streaks through the gaping holes of the wounds of trees i am warmed and i told you not to stay with me so long out in the hot oven of the earth, and hide yourself in the shades of other trees instead. now and then whisper the stories to my ear how brother slays brother. Tags: rejection, titans, initiations, initiazen, doctormagnus