One day I will be gone.
But my words
And the sentiments they provoke
Will remain
I shall perdure.
Do not doubt
That there is some little corner
Of that World-Soul
That is forever Wallace…
I thought talking about the alcohol shelf
Would be part of a general move upwards.
But I only felt afraid.
Why is this?
This should be a happy time.
This should be my redemption
From sobriety.
Perhaps it was the chill air.
I have closed my windows.
No more swirling gusts of winter.
I am resolved…
Or in due course, I shall, no doubt,
Be thus.
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