I Shall Try To Write A Poem

I Am Writing More Than I Have Ever Done. My Life Has Come Back To Me In The Most Extraordinary Way.

Jenni Fagan Is The Real Thing, And The Panopticon Is A Real Treat: Maturely Alive To The Pains Of Maturing, And Cleverly Amused As Well As Appalled By What It Finds In The World.

Each Sudden Gust Of Light Explains Itself As Flames, But Neither They, Nor Even Bombs Redoubled On The Hills Tonight Can Quite Include Me In Their Fear.

Like A Lot Of People, For A Long Time I Thought That The Road To Hell Is Paved With Bad Sequels.

I'm Ensuring My Place In Heaven.