A chosen one, of one's loins and of one's blood
flesh of the flesh that engendered him
ragtag mix of genes and raw emotion
could be no dearer through the blood of birth
than you, my son of the spirit
engendered of multiple births and incarnations
child of Nuit and child of Horus as you are
vibrant voice trembling at its own strength
fluid spirit made of all elements and belonging to itself
a homing bird who has found me through the ages
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