Parading

I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra. Boning-up in

This poem

Rilke ends his sonnet “Archaic Torso of Apollo” saying

Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,

the perfume / of the world in which

I am a thing not new, I am as old

Some Mesoamerican elders

The trick, they

Maroon went wild,

Oh! the acceleration with which my heart does proceed,