Parading

in lazy time. Heed the numinosity of a laziness rune; it’s imperative to

not the name of the one who woke in the usual way

tuning forks rumored to be measured against celestial

nor the sky or indigo bunting,

Lend me your book when you finish

You’re not a creature in a body.

in this book

Those angels burden and unbalance us.

Oh blame life. That we just want more.

And the days that I keep my gratitude