had bluffed himself into a corner
by 1971
shouting follow me lads
before remembering
he had no idea which way was north
and retreating into sincere cliches
and ineffectual domesticity
which perhaps is also kate bush's story
though kate is brainier
and keeps working the paradox:
On the edge of the labyrinth
Under a veil you must never lift
Pages you must never turn
In the labyrinth
