COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
Fenrir
run up to question
the feel of the far
forever.
are we behind
or in front
of the best bits
of existence?
I am mostly
a sleepy sheep,
sauntering down
to the edge
to roar
at the ocean
and feel wolf.
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