London Poem: Day 90

15 November

I am the sea,
Vacant and tired;
Pushing and pulling the
Thin yarn of this live removed.
When will the day come
In which I stop singing?
Will I become the earth,
And will she return to her mother?
for every spin, I pull
With languid urgency.
I am tired.
The earth opens up with a
Great yawn, swallowing the
You, and the me –
And, all that will remain will be the tiny
Blinking light overhead
That used to reflect their
Eyes in me.

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