Parading

Maybe I shouldn’t be running

Does the wilderness surround us

I am pure blue light    nuclear

Don’t be alarmed. I come unarmed.

come out of your huts, travel

Yes.    There is a point at which any person gets tired

one affection like curtains blown open in wind,

a quantum state

Do you have a doorman by the name of Dostoyevsky?

You can have the purr of the cat and the soulful look