354A what i want at the golden field.

[droqen]

"its large black feathers and low caw
 on the parapet above

 there at the golden field
 in my left hand coin and roses
 in the right bunnies royalty wild

 wanting both and having thought
 i could not and letting go of all that
 and just having and wanting
 
 what i want at the golden field."

[droqen]

this poem walks the line between two worlds and asks me to do the same.