Parading

I have to hold it up in my hands as my ribs hold up my heart

I have to let it open its wings and fly among the gifts of the unknown
I have to let it open its wings and fly among the gifts of the unknown
I have to let it open its wings and fly among the gifts of the unknown
again in the mountain I have to turn
again in the mountain I have to turn
to the morning
to the morning
I must be led by what was given to me —W. S. Merwin
I must be led by what was given to me
—W. S. Merwin

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