Parading

The physical eludes the physicists.

Are you scorpion enough to even try?

I shall die like a cloud, beautiful, white, full of nothingness.

which part of nature is posturing:

look when I walk

Some would be devoted to acting against consciousness,

The material of the cosmos crumpling

You mop your forehead with a rose, recommending its thorns.

Come, the wind may never again

It’s a kiss of course it is a kiss.