Coyote is Anguished. The Sunlight’s Joy
It must be survived as well as the Dawn
Though Darkness I prefer now at my Side
The Veil of a Moon shines toDay.
Last night it grew Full with the Universe.
Her Vanity Despoiled Peace grows Full
Without a Choice but to Hover and Howl.
For high on the Vanvas Tired Reprise
As single as a Symbol Audience
A private torture chamber is its Vice.
Coyote knows nothing of the Vengeance
Merely Emits from the Violins Silence
Then Laughs Laughs and Laughs Ridiculous Crack
Pouring for the Distance of the Time Lapse
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