Parading

now to me you are a flower

grateful for this taste

What a mess is everything

We thought the blood thinned, our weight

Day after day I think of you as soon as I wake

a single un-green electron

If we, as we are, are dust, and dust, as it will, rises,

Microdose, change your clothes, do what you gotta do

I declare the loss. Let the credit from it accrue

Dryness tunnels my nostrils,