Othered Things

Wash himself. Winter brings
Othered things, rainsmell. In
Light of all to go, stand,
Begin. Fell beings of sin,

Brothers, bothered crossings
And whiter sheets. Fathers
Tell to win rings, pain. Tell
Land to know, to right the

Fall, to rush hither and
Thither and sing, writer,
Sing the thing to move in,
Leaning on light and kings.

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