Wistful.
empty.
Unmoored now
from
tangible, moving, unusual
little snatches of early evening.
Every day..a private depth
and a smoke on the front porch after
thinking quietly to myself
this is first class TV...i wonder what everyone thinks
Inside feeling swirls of liquid emotion
special sensitivity
Gabriel byrne
lead us forth !
into universal pain and neurosis and control
and watch us all become
fanatics
for a super soap delivered in a silver dish
there is nothing there now
who knows how long it will be
But it will never feel like this first season did
and we will all remember
as we march into new futures