Twice three days
Past the last of the
Snow-and-salt trees,
Belts of long mountains,
We may find
What we deserve
In this serious desert:
The Gates of the Lost
Or Absolution’s pretty gardens.
Though there be no rush –
We each have, after all,
The rest of our lives-
We should not delay
The departure.
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