Parading

Some place on the earth it may happen, may catch the light,

Already one day has detached itself from all the rest up ahead.

We don’t remember the dream,

This is the chief integrating thing about it:

We fall past,

What we call love is a safe place before

From the point of view of four-dimensional space-time

We must admit there will be music despite everything.

I thought that you were an anchor in the drift of the world;

We’re all