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An ending, mute witness to the year's turmoil,
New Year saw the old man on the way out,
Internalised grief,
Tears released long after the fact,
Now the silence,
Deafening,
At a remove,
Standing on Bute's shores,
Island refuge,
Hard graft for a short burst,
And then the hole,
The hole in the very life itself,
A chasm,
New York was different,
Escape.
Exile.
Recreating private hell on the streets of the Apple.
Time has given space and time,
Time has elapsed,
Hard time,
Alone and finding feeling returning,
Returning from the numbness,
The suffocating defensive moves,
Wrong moves,
Wrong ellipses,
And traps.
An ending to all of that,
An ending.
