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'All of my now lost years are new leaf mould' Aha! I hope well rotted!!cheers P -----Original Message----- From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Lawrence Upton Sent: 02 June 2015 17:27 To: [log in to unmask] Subject: Elidius If I lived elsewhere, this version had died in draft, crossed through and much overwritten � as once I was foetal, fishlike. There are, of us, ocean qualities; though we need boats for life, bringing us to dry mountain tops. Ghosts jangle their ways into their lost peace, denying that which they must acknowledge. What I have been, my pen pushes through me, writing all that I am since becoming. My hand and I are guided. Like a beast led to new pasture. Or a well-fed horse suddenly burdened by someone not itself, of doubtable love, spurring; who does no harm yet leads it into harm. I am too young in brain to do anything otherwise. I am here now; and now is all I�ve ever known. He whose experience taught me of him is not accessible today. Not here. My memory updates a teacher�s chalk list. My imposed tasks and my weird brief identity. All of my now lost years are new leaf mould and myth. My poor recall�s a charm on the dead.