POEM: That Shrouded Berth

It’s hard to know what is borne from incomprehensible places.

That Shrouded Berth

It was one
Of those moments
Wear my life seemed incomprehensible
A fit
That others did knot
Care to see
Yet I was made
To wonder
If this was the vary spot
That God new from time to time
That shrouded berth divined
Yet carrying on
How ever untended

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