London Poem: Day 254

28 April

My body sings in languid pallor,
Yellow and slow,
Puffing as I dream of success.
The wide places living between
The here, and what will
Offer dreams a soft bed
To slip into fitful
Slumbers, away from what
The heart has wanted
For so long.
I wish the perpetual motion
To vanish,and let me
Disappear for a while.

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