Today the giver of names
Came riding the wind
She called my onoma
As a prayer it fell from her lips
Laughing she dared to me to release myself into the wind.
"Let it touch you."
"When it tugs at you, tug it back."
"It's sniffing you to see what kind of stuff you're made of. "
"Sniff it back."
"When it licks at your face and hands. Lick it back. Taste the wind. Swallow it."
"Engage girl. Don't run. Don't hide."
"Engage."
Came riding the wind
She called my onoma
As a prayer it fell from her lips
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