Parading

into the wind. Rich fresh wine

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,

And I, Shahid, only am escaped to tell thee—

Each we are priests

& yet the earth is divinity, the sky is divinity

I feel like a girl in heaven,

but when I became a man I put away

Now I’ve always been the kind of person that doesn’t like to trespass

He wants to wake

With eyes whetted for extinction; then swirling