Parading

to the town of small towers

But why the last? I ask. Why not

let the cows wander

I will enjoy this life. I will open it

I am more beautiful and less rigid,

Sky full of fire, pain pourin’ down

Praise all music. Praise the harp.

an electrical signal arrives and releases chemical packets.

I wanna be the wrinkle in your eye

Come. As a man who hears a sound at the gate