Parading

Clarified, composed, forever was I

I’m learning to travel light,

Part of a cloud has washed in to clarify or confound.

You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way.

They come, they wake us

And although the scientists still studied the heavens

As if my body

I have kept so patient

Philosophy, don’t know —

I walk around like a figure missing