In sheltered Bedlam
Satchel and knife jerk
To breast , begins a ghoststory.
A weeping, drinking,
Across the wildbridge- a strategy for straddling,
Itself the void.
A boy and his book
Branded by impossible envy
A history of breath disesteemed
Fed on silence, raised by Paris
Amid the jesters
And drowned lambs
Now a shepherd,
Now a faint hand.
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