Parading

The day is taken by each thing and grows complete.

We can be lights for each other,

So much sunlight falls

come save the stupid, drooped

everyone will be home playing with

Only the infinitely faint

I feel the spring far off, far off,

I plead with time, / adamant, remorseless. So we begin

I read that staring into space “can help”—but can’t remember what it helps with, thinking or not thinking.

When you at last begin to seize those things / which don’t exist,