Parading

Sometimes I think I understand the way things work

No horizon-honing here, no angst in the anthill.

The soprano faints rather than hitting that highest

you’d think here is

What bright angels of the pharmakon

and some men say an army of ships is the most beautiful thing

involuntarily.

their curfew of music. You want to see my hands?

You have to explain about the thread.

browsing for a good line I might lift off the page