It is a time when all agree that no one can keep their head
a collective sponsored fit:
as if passion could be untidy.
Yet most persist in believing there is nothing left to know
the gaps filled in, the road is paved!
Now, what? Where?
A watchman stands at the highest point of view.
Time must have forgotten him they say
he says nothing, but sees
that different cannot always be good
and usual must not be just
but that even marching into battle may be viewed as a dance.