Coyote’s Soul After “Choose Your Weapon” by Hiatus Kaiyote If I could dive into That pool of memories, would You accompany me down there? Gliding gracefully along the bottom, Dredging up what has long Been forgotten. A destitute mother, Clutching two children to her Breast, scraping by through menial Work while she can still Feel the pain in her Soul. Such is our creation, dear Sister. Let me rest upon This bed of nostalgia with You, soul to soul, hearts On sleeves, borderline to each Other’s molecules. Take a plunge Back to a simpler time, When we could breathe underwater, Ignoring the fact that our Snorkels did the work for Us. Pretending there was a Monster deep in the waters, Only to be pleasantly surprised By its harmless, true identity. Pressing our hands into paint, Leaving fingerprints of great vibrance Across a canvas of white That was there solely for Creation. Me as the Prince and You as my fantastical Princess. Acting out the old Atari Games you always loved, spending Hours upon hours trying to Replicate those adventures on our Own. That is, when the Flames of Mother’s spirit did Not overwhelm the joy of
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