Parading

but we will not be in

Each time,

Open the door, then close it behind you.

The orange / Orange. The movement of

It is the earth I’ve come to,

A cloister, a silence

I went beneath the sky, Muse! I was yours;

I think we might be happy in the end, in the dark

The earth is like a drug now, like a voice from far away,

Maybe human destiny