COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
sadness is a funny thing
when we sit in it,
like a lukewarm jacuzzi,
we are miserable per the moment,
but then when it clears
like a warm cloud,
we almost miss the pain,
and I wonder what
in our emotional evolution
that means for our hearts.
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