Parading

White snow. A winter landscape, & the hush when I come back to it as bitter & serene

I wish for higher meaning and its histrionics to cease.

And I looked at my companion, and I said Where are we?

The known universe

want to describe myself like a picture I observed

I want to unfold.

Somewhere things are happening. Marvelous orange

reaching for you

There’s something dense, united, sitting in the background,

Incapable master of all force,