I
Will
Sail
On
A
Silver
In
A
midnight
gondola
there was my Monsignor
a sea of thieves
figures awkward
and
strange
for the sub-conscious
fit
for
in the night
helter-skelter
they gather
and
in
the
night
they swarm
to disappear:
sweet
and
pampered
is
to lose
the
chains
dulce et decorum est
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