Parading

it was she that lit the world just then

O, to take what we love inside,

Let there be a landscape of open eyes

In this light, constrained spirit,

Memory / builds this kingdom from the fragments

This is where we look up at the stains

’Tis the An-gu, the Kat-ci-na,

there are those who come to the desert

The leaves fall. In the withered

Whoever loves for years