Parading

And they fished with their lips and tongues

Fields will have taken over.

In the middle of noise and turmoil / I carry silence.

Everything is an eternal present.

Say anything, but be respectful. Say—

A cloudy film surrounding the point of entry. If blue

you have forgotten

Sometimes I give meaning to what is happening.

I thought if only we could go on

I heard the promise of things to come,