Parading

That I saw a blood-orange ball caught

out my window.
out my window.
out my window.
That I'm listening to light and it said time.
That I’m listening to light and it said time.
I'm listening to time, it says, ha.
I’m listening to time, it says, ha.
You need to be howling at bloody torn space.
You need to be howling at bloody torn space.
Need to be spooked out of your hidey-hole
Need to be spooked out of your hidey-hole
and its glowing mess. —Peter Gizzi
and its glowing mess.
—Peter Gizzi

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