Parading

You’re not a creature in a body.

I am just visiting the world at this moment

The secret of my arms

I mean, sunsets aren’t supposed to frighten you, are they?

and if by chance there is no edge to the crowd

The colors were definitely not of this world.

. . . And in this breeze

buried inside it. To love existence

like a lamb & I spark myself up into

Remember, desire was the first creature