Parading

On a midsummer night, on a night that was eerie with stars,

The shade, a cool one.

as freedom is a breakfastfood

Pursue the authentic—decide first

You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,

Can you remember the things you’re supposed

To be so lost

it was nothing

They / dwell in the same fable. They naturally look alike.

If I were giving advice I would say: Sing