London Poem: Day 343

26 July

Under the lights,
Stars hide to give
Way to tiny flashes of
What it was we used to know,
And what some of us never knew.
Yet, still having it relived,
It remains unrecognizable
forgetting the comfortable
Sway of the everyday.
Here in the quiet, we wait
Until the day ends to find
How we feel about the culmination.
This is horrible –
Too much happening to get
An ounce of peace.

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