Parading

So, just recently, when I found myself on the brink of the final

I believe that I am being kept in want. Who

Weary fears, the

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth

The heart is the smaller cousin of the sun.

Resist the righteous scurry and instead

Who am I when you look at me

There’s a bad moon

is a diamond blind in the black belly of coal

In the middle of my life