Parading

it flies through itself like light, it sails

on nothing like a wing, when someone’s there
on nothing like a wing, when someone’s there
to be touched, when there’s nothing wrong. —Michael Ryan
to be touched, when there’s nothing wrong.
—Michael Ryan

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