Parading

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

Every night I pray for hard work.

The Chief Risk Cherubim say unlearn the love of gravity

Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same,