Dermott Hayes
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

she slips through the veil,
eyes closed and all-seeing,
all-searching,
to find a soul.

Intoxicating images, enough to make me dizzy and breathless and then this restless quest. That’s it, I’m hanging up my pen. At once enervating and electrifying.

    Dermott Hayes

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    Novellist, poet, blogger and ex-journalist. ‘If the cap fits.’ https://medium.com/@dermotthayes