Parading

Life isn’t a Kubrick film

I am soft quitting the spectacle

Keep watching, as only rods and cones remain.

Hercules, Wrestler of Rivers. Conclusion:

At night all things are figments of the moon.

There are three men playing.

the eye opens and there is a chasm and

The first word wasn’t love, was it?

I’m not ashamed

Lucent transitions, the heat