Parading

we be snapped out of boredom, in a jiffy-

while the blue sky pulses like an hallucination

again the moon:   now

Just an eraser smudge,

That time falls fast across the fading light like snow,

we are all happy and young and toothless

all the time, I am writing

truth and fiction taking turns,

There’s nothing I don’t know

The birds don’t alter space.