Parading

The loud will take care of itself, and everyone will be able to say

There’s no law that says

real and imaginary (imaginary time must be

until the cloud is pulled back

This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.

But in times past I fear’d vaine shades, and night,

they used their wings

her mantle of weather,

skin, you can’t win in the space race no matter

the daylight rushes unheard far above us