Parade

Some shoddy past parade Where promises were made To cleave unto the daylight And to freshness and to space But now the truth therein Is falling from the window Rolling down the rooftop To the gutter, to its place For such a potent curse To all at once disperse Is something to remark upon Travestial debris I see you're lost for words Let's leave this to the birds This thinning square of fabric Seems to illustrate our needs And now you must demur Take your place in the circle Pity through absorption Of the qualities we see The pattern holds you fast You have your chance at last To live and yes, I know now Your subsumption brings release