​Surrey Bedsit

There's much to find in the dark
I wait by the aerial nourishing
As a  travelogue posits for company
I've asked too much of the dark
Sitting  I do as I could as I would
Want as I wash out these arms
Then there on a holy cross of his legs 
I  cross mine sat divine as holy news preaches Ulster has ceased
Daylight shining I pray if I’m smiling
Clothed with comfy friends to console the sighing
With the dead expired pops that aspired to outlast the hands
Which collapse on the same cross that kept them seeking youth
I returned to the darkness of truth

Eoghan Lyng

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