COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
whose existence inspires
the path of the sun.
the vast emptiness of forest.
armed with rough humor.
from humanity's origins to its possible end.
Haunting, spare, yet stubbornly hopeful.
I trespass on my own life each time.
round awareness.
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