Parading

El Salvador

So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:

I’m / trying to invent a new language; I was told to

We don’t know why we speak,

The whole is not the sum of its parts,

Like a wild swan

O bed of oxygen, divine surge. Be also brackish sea. Be

I don’t expect the light

Try to praise the mutilated world.

That pale softness. What would more mean?