London Poem: Day 265

9 May

Halfway into the
Folding morning, my
Eyes see the hours
That we often leave alone.
Bending slowly, time eats
At health, swallows sleep
So where we are becomes a
Great fog of merging images.
They are all dreams of a better
Life, but what can we really
Make of images?
The world we want living
In the hours we rarely see.

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