Parading

legs like longitude and latitude

Itself another image, another cloud

you rubbed the right way,

always embrace things, people earth

and he gave it away

Know. Beyond the horizon a great unceasing noise is undeniable. The machine,

still blurs. But all words

Looking to see what adds up.

we wanted to stay at—We wanted to get

Or I live on a thorn on a trellis—