London Poem: Day 226

31 March

The sound settles widely,
Splaying in sonorous waves,
One after another,
Each telling me that the
World is too much.
Brief are worries, and
The senses forget that
Nothing is permanent.
Death follows love quietly,
And until that time,
You and I will sleep softly
In dreams, blind to the world
Beyond. Let death come, because
Only that will split this world.

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