Parading

Light sprinkles over the earth

But this having been / once, although only once, to have been of the earth,

In a universe of infinite expansion

let / My shadow be a cool thing,

You might call it creation,

We send the words out into the world of strangers who

I fall asleep

Heaven becomes a kiss, becomes moveable.

To train myself in the midst of a burning world

Meadows of Majesty concedes