Born anew each moment,
The me that was fades,
as quickly as he arose.
Looking back through foggy mirror,
barely recognising this me -
that I know?, or moreso knew,
But no longer feel,
for that body has left me.
Left me anew
Battered,
through and through.
Weathered,
by the very water I drew,
Shattered,
by blow after blow.
And yet I squeezed,
too hard.
Drained that precious reserve.
Til now,
that bitter vinegar of memories held
too long,
is all that's left to lie with a pain
born, born again
anew
[Cliff Harvey circa 2009]
