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May 23
The questionable house-shares, cramped studios,
Dilapidated granny flats, with bedrooms anywhere
a bed could conceivably fit. There is no dignity
to be found here, nor a notion of feng shui.

Countless hours trawling through ads,
Listings and social media pages,
Innumerable miles traveled to view
places too small, expensive, uninhabitable

or just plain inhospitable.
After a viewing I'd drive back, south
towards the Wicklow mountains, to Bree where

I could rest my head awhile, before my landlord
sells. I will find a place here, oh yes,
This city has it's charms.
Tents line our streets and I see our country lies prostrate
before the economic alter of Tech, Pharma & Finance.
Oh, this country has it's charms; and vivid history.
Mydriasis Aletheia
Written by
Mydriasis Aletheia  29/Other/Empyrean
(29/Other/Empyrean)   
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   Nick Moore
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