Recall beyond

Can one 
unsink
sun 
horizon’s brink 
to clear
once more, 
yesteryear here, 
now, as before? 
It lives,
in my memory, 
survives
to be 
constant 
reproach 
instant
I broach 
scenes lost — farm, 
redolent
with rustic charm 
and indolent 
livestock
that make 
mock
I can take
no more; 
streams 
laving shore
as in dreams
of child,
safe at breast
of mother mild; 
with crests 
crusted golden, 
fields
tossing swollen 
heads — yield 
swaying always 
just out of reach, 
mirth gay
rich
at my expense; 
and beyond 
girting fence 
yonder fronds
with honeyed notes 
of winged birdsong 
ring, flirt and float 
all day long 
from among 
snug nests 
that throng 
forest’s 
enchanted haunts 
secret: 
flaunt 
without let 
golden fleece
I must find
for peace
of mind
 — but cannot — 
Assailed
by carrot
and stick flailed 
at every turn,
it seems,
I yearn
to forget: deem
it meet
to beat retreat
fleet
to last
haven
of outcast 
craven: tavern: 
retrace 
well-worn highway 
to hell-born place 
willing prey 
can down 
brew
that drowns 
stew;
can hide behind 
shelter
of a kind, 
where swelter
of heat 
which 
remorseless beats 
cannot reach — 
in bottomless hole 
freefall, 
memory with soul 
beyond recall — 
no more to burn
 — cooling ash
in brazen urn 
safe stash —

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