London
Feet throb – and blisters swelling –
And specked blood – on leather soles confirm
A sandaled trek beside the Thames –
Surely my highest and measureless Most –
With God and the Devil – drinking the Fullness – laugh –
And all directions people swarm –
And myriad step gives Beat to the dance –
While beneath – the whirl of Electric shuttles
And vibrations are part
Of the Perception above –
And no Omniscient can know exactly
When – What – is happening – How –
The sun feels it too – shows that it does –
Stretches out – leaving liquid shade
To swim through –
I can still feel the pumping Buzz –
From the city’s Heart through my veins –
But its brick I can’t tap under toe –
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