Parading

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

Redoubled at the jut of some far 

Please wait for the transmissions, however faint.

We live our myth in the recurrence,

Taupe is grayish brown. Mauve is kind of a dusky pinky

Then quizzical dusk – 

He drapes a medal over his shadow

Might fall asleep any minute

as though I were