Parading

do not snuff us out.

without rearranging the pieces halfway through,

the claptrap of despots. I want to say the word miracle somehow

You must see how this could be you,

or a hyphen or the very first moment you felt the breeze

but dreams do not go away

this is freedom. This is the force of faith. Nobody gets

One should live one’s life as an acolyte walking into the temple,

“My dancing days are over,” they’d both sigh

how it never stops, world after world,