Parading

This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.

But in times past I fear’d vaine shades, and night,

they used their wings

her mantle of weather,

skin, you can’t win in the space race no matter

the daylight rushes unheard far above us

it can be given but can never be sold

A certain kind of Eden holds us thrall.

As now he steps forward

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height