Happy St Elid's day everyone. The boat to St Helen's Island leaves from St
Mary's Quay, Scilly at 2:30 pm.
I'm not even on the archipelago myself; but offer this poem by Elid which I
have written
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Soon we cannot cut it; becoming dull:
our teeth our brains,
the whetstone put away
and out of reach;
or the effort so dispiriting
we cooperate with our confusion.
Things stay complicated unmanaged incomprehensible.
No we say no you’ve given me too much
to the empty sky, or to a deaf guard, or ourselves;
and what had once sprung
back or just sliced through
now wobbles in its poor grasp covering
as the bundle bunches itself into a slot,
an old document no one quite understands,
half-forgotten but not circulated yet
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