Parading

O maze, O labyrinth, O vortex of my capitalistic yearnings, gulping down the girl, the force—

We pass through this way once,

Reach up and

An apology artist

Each of us is alone on the heart of the earth

Even the moon inches a little more distant

Gather out of star-dust

More like a fine powder, like dust.

In the same dapple of summer caught;

Make this night loveable,