I fluttered about

barely anyone knew I was there

Then came down one day

walked on eggshells

Now I want to see my prints so deep

that weather wouldn't cover them

How curious would that be

 

 

 

Coyote came and said

Underneath your knowledge

is a cosmos

thick like porridge

Stir it while dreaming

mix your fantasies in

pull them out, play

don't think

That's the whole recipe

he said