there’s been nobody new,
not worth forgetting you.
But I have hit the wall
found myself staring enthralled,
at concrete blues unscrewed.

a bait in my eyes open
i dtimpeall of skies all 
closing in. I asked myself
was it worth being fed 
the déistineach, múnlach bread.

I’ll stop pulling screws
out of walls with no plugs,
quit the deatach ag éalú
no sanction so snug.

was cúthail not thinking
mo chroí briste would run out,
with na botúin chéanna
ag filleadh, bíonn na gealúintí
bréagach ag gréine.