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Monday, 2 December 2019

As Found, As Defined

Six monks in their place
Me, and one other
In the pews
World without end

This is the monks
First morning meditation
They are more settled
Than I

The Gyrovague
Who drifts from region to region
Staying as a guest
For three or four nights

I never settle; slave to my own will
To my gross appetites
Worse than a Sarabite
Pray, keep silent of my ways


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