Prior years

Though I need the compost of prior years 
though it is in fact unavoidable that I must sit in it 
Though I can draw on intent and toil 
and turn the mess 
to eek out the very best nutrients  of that time 

It is compost now 
it is moulding and mulching now 
both decomposing and absorbing into the earth 
taking the painful sting with it 

So I need to remind myself to stop sticking my head 
back in to check the top layer 
the potency knocking me off my feet 

In due course it will mellow anyway 
enrich everything anyway 
melt away anyway 
all the broken halleujahs 
all the goodness that doesn't glimmer
but is good 
anyway 


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