Suddenly we saw
In the glimpses between things
A series of openings
Leading to nothing
There is no honour anymore
Nor anyone to do the honour to
Saying
“I hope you find yourself alone
Through a whole generation
And lose all hope.”
There is no honour anymore
Nor anyone to do the honour to
Suddenly we were not the people we'd been
Or I had thought we'd been
The well and badly loved / muddling along
I hope you've stopped taking your mother's advice.
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