Parading

into an evening briefly fuzzy.

But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues

Yet we must not

we’re just atoms combining and recombining:

Time, though endless, is also short,

Around the world, all around the world

A human does throw off   bonds if  she can, if  she tries, if  it’s possible,

Thou art come at length

‘To labour and not to seek reward,’ he prays,

O, the weakness of any mouth