Below it all and falling still,
Watching in the I-beams
From an asphalt seam the mock
Impressions of a sunrise in
Descent between the mirrored
Guise of steel and iron leaning.
And it seems a bit long-winded,
This cacophony of narrow spaces,
But I’m buried and I’m breathless
And I take the angst for pleasure
Here where days are grid-work
Patterns in the shade of cut-glass
Trees and scattered incandescent
Light, where scaffold stems and
Dissipating blooms make spring
Persistant, so I sink a little deeper
In a breeze between these floodlit
Canyons, plummeting and plummeting
And waiting still to land.

#London #UK

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