Parading

Open your eyes, / open your hands. I have just come

The work of wings

Give me your gift, to lose my self in words,

Do these analogies perplex? A sky with clouds,

So, be slow if you must, but let

“Rhythm makes everything move

Memory, / what can I make of it now

Clean, more delicate

A rose is a rose is a rose. And you know it.

Foam out the reverb, / shine like rock