on
the
sea-shore
thinking
I
found
a
Soul
but
not
the
body
the
dove-Soul
as
the
dove
strutted
the sand
and the oncoming waves
the rush
the thinking
there
was
a
man
escaped
from
what
I
call
lunatic
asylum.
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