Like the machine the day had churned in dark circles,
But when at last I came back the whole contraption
Had stopped too soon, all its baggage had halted
In a stubborn wish to stay there and nowhere else.
I wouldn’t know when this had happened,
Maybe some time in the first half-hour while I
Was abroad it had issued a rap, a shudder,
A shake, and a stillness.
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