Parading

the splendor of our life, its current unknown

The Truth must dazzle gradually

“‘If only it were possible to tell the truth,’

All the junk that goes with being human

Orpheus hesitated beside the black river.

I push my big grey wet snout through the green,

And now it’s my

And then you see.

this time catch hold of it: flashing,

It is all right. All they do