Parading

crest and crest, wave and cloud, the thunder blast and burst of swells

All of us smell of heat all the time.

Saw you walking barefoot

I made the wall of shadow draw back,

Before us, our first task is to astonish,

rilke asks

Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections

your holding onto me

This is my job, to study the universe

When I behold the violet past prime,