London Poem: Day 217

22 March

The shadow of it all,
Falling in soft succession
Breaks the sound,
And brings it back to where it began.
How far is the fall,
And the life below?
The question of what’s next
Pops up before anything else;
Too afraid to look back,
And more so to look up,
The world makes the most
Sense in hypotheticals, and
Dreams swirling all around
In bunches, which make everything
Feel possible.
Though silly, such fancies
Live in each of us.

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