Parading

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

No lodging can be had / For the delights

Fragile and momentary, we continue.

we see the shores blurring past as we hold

I want to be there, ambassador