Parading

Slow and fast, fast and slow.

And do not / take cover. Instead, curl your toes

sunset as a raft leaving the water in braids behind it;

I’ve never actually even seen the sky.

Just as the winged energy of delight

A place where, like honey, time passes down glass

And ah!

the air is vermillion sparks, is dart

once you’ve driven the

The best thing one can be is a horizon.