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 –