Parading

Invisible,

the birds

You must live with great seriousness

There is the sky. Shhh. It might go soon

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among

Patience and pleasure

in the loom of light, be cautious

It’s nothing but the self, the gorgeousness of things,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

I understood more or less / an order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue: