London Poem: Day 151

15 January

The brush swings slowly
As it paints the world truly.
There is still room to interpret
The bending life dreamed, even
If it fails to pull closer.
However, breaks and gaps
Prevent an easy understanding,
Jumping from on pause to
Another, and the lazy drag
Glides along lifting as it
Wishes, leaving those who guide
Their lives by it,
To never fully gather
How everything connects.

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