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poem for pastors

there is no escape by the river
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
i have heard them in the night
sweet splendor
soft as the bed in the earth
i know not where
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
tell me
good woman
noises that strive to tear
as a naked man i go
come down at dawn from windless hills

 



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