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For Elias Canetti
On re-reading The Secret Heart Of The Clock
I was thinking of growing older.
As I did, the ground grew colder.
Which flipped me back to getting younger.
Then, I couldn’t stand the hunger.
So there I was with my warm night,
already in the past: replete; just right.
Philip White
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