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Remember each day as an anniversary
Of Devil's horns or lambs with open mouth
In hands by candle moving on the wall
Full-jointed shadows in the nursery.
Remember, too, the Fall, how that took place:
The classic pattern of the changing light,
Your serpent's aspect, flavour of the fruit,
Lost garden and the games you sold for chase.
The chase you changed for chase's mimicry
When neither moved and space became minute,
Divided your adventures with its sea,
A film of steam, and dulled your filigree.
They all collect, the verticals are down
I is a dash and love is cursive letters,
These four were heavy, needed elbow-rest
And made a Troy out of your native town.
A short mythology of twenty years
With monsters, mortals, Gods and Goddesses
Upended on the sacred mountain-tip,
Poetic melting-pot of all your fears.
Now bury them in brain and let them lie
Maturing as cool coal before you pick
The scab of stone and set the careful drill
Which bares your goods to the commercial sky!.
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