London Poem: Day 39

25 September

Pages of thought
Unwind like coiled yarn:
Inch after the same repeated inch.
To decide upon one’s belief,
As though items offered at a buffet,
Feels wrong.
Greatness blossoms as experience relates
How words strike certain notes in a heart
In a certain place.
Where am I now?
In no place to determine brilliance.
Subjectivity mingles and taste rustles brilliance.
It is only time and place
That can make a work stand,
Not a roused mind unsure of itself.

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