i am mine

i moan over mean women
i am morose
over courses i see
suns and moons
acorns and oars
i name sorrow
a sonorous recess
near coarse mirrors
i am worn
i see roses in summer
now sense is near
and war is come
and soon
man's marrow is a scar
more wise men see
man's marrow wane
in nonsense
now coins, now cameras
are more
our sea wavers
and murmurs amour

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