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  • David Sunderland


And then the pressure

suddenly lifts

as all walls seem

to melt away,

the transparent horizon

stretches as the path

behind makes sudden sense

bringing one to the crossroads

with such foundations and potential

yet bounded, bounding

an abundance of dreams -

and past nightmares, transformed

into future bright dares

teasing, flirting, lifting

In a cathartic decompression

Written on the Thameslink between Luton and West Hampstead

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