London Poem: Day 25

11 September

We wander through tiny streets
Calling out words and sounds
That bounce back carefully.
As the world moves and twists
We too meander, aimless,
Not knowing that as we twist,
We too twist.
Alleyways grow and shrink
In unending succession
Revolving like arteries
Through the center,
Moving in circles to pull
The soft soul asunder.
Those words and sounds grow fainter
As what our eyes see
And our heart feels polarize–
We get lost together
Through narrow causeways,
Concealing difference,
To brighten a budding silence.

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