Parading

Falling as in the silence falleth now

their blond legs burn like brush.

We long to perish into the absolute.

The wind that names

If you find yourself lost, dig

As the character yi, change, is derived

You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky,

I bronzed my shoes and I hung ’em from a rearview mirror

And all that’s best of dark and bright

All times coexist, said Pancho Ferri,