Parading

tell yourself

as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
what you know which is nothing
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars. —Mark Strand
of winter stars.
—Mark Strand

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