Parading

All comes back to us. If it isn’t stopped, each heart,

Because with you I can cross

If we are lost —

This morning I threw the windows

On Earth, just a teaspoon of neutron star

Diminishing chords

But change is inseparable from

If you could be a horseman riding

The way the high-wire walker

We live in toppled times under a feat of tyranny; let’s not