To continue as I am will surely add
to the column inches in the Belfast Telegraph
To change what I am would perhaps finish me
I cannot go back and there is nothing ahead of me
limbo has been removed
I can destroy what I am on my own terms
or be destroyed a little at a time
I can rage in the hope that the dog below
will be the last echo in the streets
I think I should take myself for a walk
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