Ashy air, thick scent of smoke,
Bitter and never resting.
Chatter like birds expressive
To other birds, somewhere.
Rushing against red lights,
No fear of the giants.
Old memories twined with plastic
And broken cobblestone paths
Persist despite all progress.
Screaming, taking with haste,
Don’t get lost now, Love,
Tunnels winding, fearfully similar.
No sight or sound, simply
Feel the life in your bones,
The life, never ending, moving
City of London.
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