Wastrel
No wolf to find you
Unless you count the one inside
Sublime, divine, feral and free
Or ravenous, cunning, predatory
It’s yours to discover
The map inside your head
Is not inside your head
It’s in your hands
Drop your distant attitude
It’s just those kids from the playground
Trying to pull one over on you - again
When you describe it all out there
It’s you, of course, it’s you
But that doesn’t make it all unreal - something else does that
It’s quiet now
And something, somehow, intercedes
When you see it, look at it a little longer please
The everywhere is anywhere today
Trick yourself
Your spirit sister is coyote’s confidante
You have an in
Some one - or some thing - is looking out for you
How weird is that?
Don’t knock it
Thank you, thank you very much
Now, go and get some air on you
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