While lingering in the very curious dark
a quaint two-horse somber carriage happened by
and, as it almost paused adjacent to me,
Miss Dickinson peering out, smiling, said,
“Won’t you hop in to savor some pie?”
We (much later passed) the School, where Children strove
Happily at Recess—in the Ring
And Staring, (we passed) the Fields of Gazing Grain
We (without fail) passed the Setting Sun
We passed those Dusky Creatures that were on the Wing
Well, the atmosphere tasted scrumptious, but the Coachman
suddenly brought the whole sweet thing to a blinding halt
However, Timelessness has that radiant aroma of infinity
oozing out from all around it
where ending simply began again with just a pinch of salt
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