Apr. 7th, 2011

coyote: (coyote sleep)
I am practicing self-destruction and
wrapping myself in billowing storms of blue,
green and a wash of night.

I am singing to myself as I sink to
the bottom of the ocean,
weighed down by the rocks in my stomach and
five hundred gallons of light crude in my heart.
It beats with in a slow, murky time.

There is a tempest above and the terror and
beauty of it astounds me.

There have been warnings of my demise but there is
also denial.
Billions of birds are migrating, resting, feeding,
hunting for sanctuary just like me.
My energy is compromised and the toxins make me vulnerable.
God only knows the magnitude of this spiritual crisis.

To bear witness is not a passive act.

No gaze is direct and I alone shatter this house of mirrors.
I am a lion on this desolate black sand,
reading the lines of the storm and singing.

I have found a halo floating on the waves and
it is a life jacket made of light. I am losing my mind

and it is natural to be contaminated.

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