Parading

and our breaths on their course of puffs—they kept

Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.

I know I am solid and sound,

an ear’s for breathing

between, but needing, two worlds.

I’m condemned—sorry, I have been given the job

rose

the endless walk through the self, knowing through a bond

we take ourselves to take ourselves

But it is the dark emptiness contained