Parading

away from her shoulder, away

I swing out over the earth

The seasons are no longer what they once were,

You need to be breathing

I want to see what you see

I’ll open the only door

Instead of a mad weir of tigerish waters,

In a rapture of rage, for perfection’s endowment,

What am I to myself

Tonight let’s sit awhile on our suitcases filled with reason,