the first year i figure since twenty sixteen when my birthday will be celebrated in a land quite distant from that which once i loved
the first year in seven when i shall be in the presence of people who actually like me instead of me pursuing foolish unreciprocation
the first time in so many times when my rhymes shall describe what i need not what i want because what i want is now what i need
this year my birthday on the 16th of june shall be celebrated in territories distant from its literary source
being that the land of course of hugely cultured people who bear grudges fabulously and never forget what must never be forgotten
and so this right now and this oh how is what i see as path to tread
because i realise as we all must do how life is short and you must go to where people choose despite their lack of knowledge of you
to serve and protect such interests as #sweden has and scope me a better way of being without that goddamn stupid strife
a land where buses actually serve a purpose and people speak with sharp intakes of breath as their language helps their voices dance on their bilingual vikingness
and in their careful observations they reach conclusions about a me i never saw until the day i trod their shores
and discovered a different way of one where failure no longer defines my truth and chances of victory begin to beckon and call
out loud and so proud and so wise and so grand that only a man like me may ever forget the blessings he received
because once upon a time it was you loved an impossible love it's true and still it's true that still you do but time is running fast and out
like sandy beach and dying whale and hugely massive human fail and knowing she never loved you ever
and knowing her country did everything it could to destroy your all ... and so seeing the fact that this violence against your person
had always been the aim from the very very start it's time to say goodbye to all that hope and build your new futures
on women and men of fabulous compassion and quite other ken: people who saved your life quite literally and gave you reason
to continue your duel with mighty pen against the swords of her countrymen and sometimes countrywomen too as you write to make a rightful #whirled
based on tech of human shape where you find a body who really does love you as you awake from sleep and where beautiful lips
kiss you alive each day and words of kindness make you relive the things you never had as if indeed you'd always enjoyed
and it's only left for me to say that today's the day my bloomsday birthday moves its ass sooo very fast from its country of birth
to the country where i now want to reside and find so deeply another woman who might love me as fine as i clear do wish may be the beginning and end of it all when we must
without the stealthy pall of horrible horrible spies that hurt me so futile and evil and cruel and then terrible wild and then quite beside
and then again and then like this left me quite without my self and left me even lacking all sense
that good was meant for me and mine when rhymes burst that time truly into flower on bloomsday two thousand and sixteen's hour
written by mil williams, 18th may 2023, ellesmere port uk