London Poem: Day 346

29 July

There is no cohesion,
Or shape,
To our rolling world.
The sea and
The city become one
Homogenous tangle,
Wrapped in sallow circles,
Returning to
Where all of this began.
You and I know,
The words
That always come between,
None of this
Would end the way it
Was crafted.

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