To the Mannered
Worn out platitudes
have we come this far ?,
returning all possessed souls
and in the midst he slayed summer
in a spectral wooden cupboard
with worn shoes,
and now the lesson is over
by touching all those far apart,
roaming by the foreshore
to see their stranger within
the catch net of life assured
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