Cool

by Christos Polydorou

Smoke,
mirrors,
glass,
marked.

In the horizon a crane at
forty
five
degrees,
blue

sky between the unbustable clouds,
tree tops,
church spires,
chimneys,
roof-tiles,

tesellate.

Acoustically
London both

feels full and empty
so that

when it is full
it is insufferable
& when it is empty
it is unbearable
& / or of course I

am too sensitive
& overthinking this
& clearly unprepared
for any minor
or major
inconveniences

come in my way
or which I deliberately walk
to. I have noticed

and wanted to note duly
how when I let go
I stay closer to the path
toward unifying myself
and the ten thousand things
that can improve my life.

Independence.
Respect.
Money.
Love.

Insert
Nine hundred
and ninety six
more words.

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