Parading

It is because, somehow, we keep falling out of ourselves, like detached

And I felt the earth inside the universe.

you don’t even have to be, you Only who are,

stars around the beautiful moon

Pebbles and sand erode from the cloth

a darkened ballroom,

we are running out of the glass rooms

Please forget

and no shadow / been cast by anything other

Traveler, there is no road;