Parading

Let wind be the reason. Let July. Let clouds marshal

but there are no words

Stories aren’t only to ease us into sleep

Don’t we crave staring at the horizon

Oh! The acceleration with which my heart does proceed,

Walk / backward out of the room you have made out

No reason,

we win everything

Sometimes I feel like that too. Sometimes I feel like a swine pearls are being cast

After a while