Between my eyes, as irrational as it had been,
The circus crops out and then disappears
Moonlit, moonlight, half-domes fading
Too heavy too light, the light
Keeps flashing, to keep off the night
The night breeze, and the word "breeze"
Come seeping through the rain-filled interior
Of my little hut, in the rain
The moss, the dew long due, the mountains
Look to your left, for the fog is lifting
In a carriage, you go
It is raining
You go
The fog is not lifting
Yet
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