Parading

I go out and come in and go out again,

rushing like fire. All things move faster
confused by a beauty that knows nothing of delay,
confused by a beauty that knows nothing of delay,
rushing like fire. All things move faster
rushing like fire. All things move faster
than time and make a stillness thereby. My mind
than time and make a stillness thereby. My mind
leans back and smiles, having nothing to say. —Linda Gregg
leans back and smiles, having nothing to say.
—Linda Gregg

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