Parading

O, to take what we love inside,

Oh, animal, I thank you.

And now that you‘re here be brave.

Everything looks like gold.

It was all so Orfeo

They might not need me; but they might. 

by now it is too late to wonder

If recollecting were forgetting,

stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,

Whatever the time of day, whether the sky is florescent,