Parading

red blue and pink prehensile chemistry

to make it thru the greyblue night

This is where I don’t care that I’m half wrong when I say everything

Here let me stop. Let me fool myself: that these are what I see

Slow and fast, fast and slow.

And do not / take cover. Instead, curl your toes

sunset as a raft leaving the water in braids behind it;

I’ve never actually even seen the sky.

Just as the winged energy of delight

A place where, like honey, time passes down glass