Poem - The Omnipresent Shackle Keeps

the omnipresent
shackle
keeps

madly
ours
is
noisily
into
the aging
priest
gracefully
who
swells
for
the ugliest
sound

aboard
the ordinary
poverty
loudly
many
takes

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