Thursday 1st of January 1970


0200 Swimming Upstream
The river through the valley runs between sightings of Venus.
Morning and evening we know where we're going and where we've been.
Which way lies madness and which flows to genius
is anyone's guess, parent, child or kin.
Down river seems easier, rowing can be hard,
but swimming toward sources, has its own reward.


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