Parading

What beauty in this the darkest music

forgets herself and feels like

So red, so gray, so yellow

into glass   Skeletons scanned   An imaged sky

split, furrowed, creased, mottled, stained—

There are no

be courageous when the mind deceives you be courageous

The canticles flare chaos from the spin.

and then looks down. Below his feet, he sees

and all the colors of the world