The Shepherd

I hold no stake in this pursuit

Of minded things and titles

 

Worn paths come as warnings

Hands are for writing, not recitals

 

If I doubt my truth, my truth is doubt

To deny makes room for madness

 

A shepherd of all feelings felt

In peace there must be anguish

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