My scalp got burned
It was so hot
When I landed
Sliding into home
Road rash
Snaking up
The backs of my thighs
That wiley coyote
Tried to trick me
With another tunnel
Down the wrong road
But I wonder
If he’ll ever learn
That every illusion
Is just a magic door
That I learned how
To run through
Eons ago
It’s fun now
As I zip along
Pulling the curtains down
The ones that hide
The wizard
Who pretends
To be no one special
But in a strange twist
Of fate
Discovers
He’s magic too
Sleeping genius
Beep beep
Meep meep
I’m too fast
To catch
But I can teach you
How to hop
Dimensions
You already know how
If I’m being honest
Follow the music
I’m sending it
On the wind
About the Creator
Moyana Gebhardt
Artist of life, oracle and friend to the spirits, Beloved, thinker, feeler, misfit, seeker of truth. Self published author. Neurodivergent. Mother of 4. At a crossroads. Anima mundi:: linktr.ee/moyana
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King Midas
The truth is, king Midas and Moyana met a long time ago in another world full of soft supernovas and rainbow light. They played all day making golden magic in the purple fields and created what they wanted under the watchful eyes of the elephant guardians. Everything was fun and no one lied. All the other spirit children were there learning how to create from the golden light before their world was destroyed and were displaced into many other places. king Midas told Moyana he would find her in the earth world. And he did. It was very unexpected. Just when she was ready to give up and needed a friend the most. She remembered him after he slept on her extra pillow that first night and flew with her in their shared dream.
By Moyana Gebhardtabout a year ago in Poets
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Nice piece❤️💯