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Bottling the Beeps - an extract /The beep, beep, beep of tomorrow, reversing into my headDistracts the fading efforts of stragglers, keeping today aliveNine floors up from the sodium lit grub of false perspectivesHow do you rehearse telling a wife that her husband's dead?The constant drizzle smearing the glass of the churning driveDown the street of Christmas cheer, you ripped apart; no-one forgivesCome what may, rehearse or not - it's not the words, scarred and markedHow do you rehearse for the empty moment when you're left to think?When the draft of silence catches you unaware, thirty years on /.....