Parading

The time when you knew the unknown thing.

above a flare of etchings, a lineage

Did I ever walk the morning streets at twenty,

If all would lead their lives in love like me,

it flies through itself like light, it sails

All around us

Still, there’s a lot of fun to be had in the gaps between ideas.

A feeling. As in “we are all in this

Something stretched out my long neck

I can feel time speeding now in all directions