Parading

the big dipper pouring night down over you, and everything

what’s next,

Murmur of all that is claspable, clabberable, clamberable,

do not snuff us out.

without rearranging the pieces halfway through,

the claptrap of despots. I want to say the word miracle somehow

You must see how this could be you,

or a hyphen or the very first moment you felt the breeze

but dreams do not go away

this is freedom. This is the force of faith. Nobody gets