It's ready
It's in transit
Surfacing subconsciousness
Poring out light
Beast of potency
A beast
Look at it in the eyes
Look at it
If it smells reluctance it will tear you face off in an instant
If you look at it dead on with no hesitation or second thought
It will show you the way through the murky forests of emeralds
To the bridge
To the cross roads of existence
Follow the coyote
Until time and space have concluded

Blood, water and sand
All records of time
Of people
Cosmic events
All just a distant future's memories

Widen your view
Watch the Coyote make it's presence known
It's four million years old and still young
One ear straight, the other bent; with a crafty grin connecting the two
Twenty-one centuries, dangerous