Waiting,
waiting,
waiting and patience:
around, around,
the weather be storm-bound
and faces change ground
and masked figures turn
round and round
in a maze of mirrors turning
amidst fires human-high
burning
round and round
they rotate to their round
waiting,
waiting,
waiting and patience:
around, around.
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