Neil Slevin, Escape


In sobriety, singularity
and silence,
I search for
and solicit me.

I seek solace
in syllables,
sounds and senses
that stream

from somewhere inside,
some space
they spring from,
stretch to fill.

This poem appeared in Lagan Online’s Inking the Unthinkable: Poems About Poetry.

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