London Poem: Day 291

4 June

Everything is in motion,
The wheels and cogs each
Breathing laboriously in the
Pursuit of movement.
For tomorrow, the delight of
Celebration looms, and the
Desire to impress suppressed
By the need.
It is in all pretense,
But glowing in pride and
Anticipation, failure is but
A sound to which the breath
Is a wasted item.

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