Parading

Day of automatic altars. Day we tip

our faces up to swallow clouds.
our faces up to swallow clouds.
our faces up to swallow clouds.
Day we become our own species.
Day we become our own species.
Day we assume the posture of funk
Day we assume the posture of funk
and play the banjo loud. —Marty McConnell
and play the banjo loud.
—Marty McConnell

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