A day spent in the company of friends,
Both those of old and those you’ve now just met,
Upon which everyone overextends
Their energies but cannot be upset-

For each day’s crammed with more than one can see
And interstitial loveliness abounds;
Combined nostalgia, wit, and novelty-
Reflected thus in others, it astounds.

Just as it’s said that one can’t simply walk
Into Mordor, nor into Ballroom 20,
It’s difficult to paraphrase a talk,
When overwhelmed by the delights of plenty.

Our hearts and TARDISes do coincide,
As they’re both bigger when you look inside.