London Poem: Day 326

9 July

At the top of the world,
Sight bends little stars
Upside down, allowing the
City to come to life.
The heavens fall to meet
The climbing earth,
The collision is exploding light –
It is said there is meaning
In the curling shape to provide sight,
But now, just this one time, the
Lac of meaning is what makes us happy.

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