Parading

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,

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Life is a joke you crack,

the big dipper pouring night down over you, and everything