Parading

We’ve been fooled into thousands of dualisms

O world! I’ve loved you ever since

thinking it, wrongly, / a thing attainable, any real end

We are running on Aztec time,

Compass, quadrant and sextant contrive

Refugees sit up

My apologies to everything that I can’t be everywhere at once.

When working on a small scale

Well, everyone thrashes / against a wall / in this life.

And for a breath of ecstasy