Parading

If all would lead their lives in love like me,

it flies through itself like light, it sails

All around us

Still, there’s a lot of fun to be had in the gaps between ideas.

A feeling. As in “we are all in this

Something stretched out my long neck

I can feel time speeding now in all directions

And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea

Tense and tenuous

This place previously in a vision