Parading

Facing a sheer sky.

There’s a remedy for winter called the tilting of the earth.

Delirious Avenues

What did I dream last night?

I love you as one loves certain obscure things,

The Moon likes to kiss in the boring bits and refuses

without detail, the myth, the archetype, the soul

Then the moon will rise

that’s all there is. Que sera sera. What can you do

We know ourselves only