Ready for the sway
Ready for the days of the circus
And the canvas tents
As sent with the sun of spring and summer
After the days of lent and winter
And the autumn of dark dingy
And mild discontent until the moon
And the stars flickered the bickering
Household left behind the drive
And the walk to remind one
Of the chalk faces the places
Where to wander and talk to softly
Joke of never having been anywhere
Quite so peaceful so solid so steady
Ready for our footsteps for our breath
The depth of despair beware here
You are no match for this immanence
Your belligerence falls four-square on the floor
The door to earthly paradise is you see open
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