angst cycle (iii)
[ư] (i)

i think
i’m now ready
to walk away

along the dark
townlit nightroads
no traffic just footsteps

past the steelworks
closed down and rotted
by her tinaship

get to the metro
it’s moved
find another empire

of the small times
an island
inhabited

not by egoself
thatcherist
of the wantwishwant

but someone
aware
of other people’s pain potential

is there anyone
there
who understands

leaving A before joining B
fixing or finishing
before starting

well
whatever
the poison has abated

and although
it will abide
for centuries

i do not think
it can ever
conquer

again
that thought
is the mistake

i made before
i generalised
i won’t again