It's midnight or is it after?
That's when I think about life
Hereafter or before or neither
I'm not sure
My eyes wide open or wide closed
exploring the hemisphere in dream time
Poured milk on the ground outside
Far away a coyote howls
It's catch inevitably made
Sinking me into a wander-less slumber
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Sound And The Messenger
John Hatanaka is a songwriter, traveler, and seeker of soulful moments. When he's not creating music or walking barefoot through new places, he writes stories that blend presence, love and memory
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