recession of powers

London — what was once
the GPO tower now
strives less urgently
towards heaven — the city
I used to be is no more

The 2nd time in a couple of days I’ve felt inspired to poetry independently of any process of dream-interpretation. The poem remembers wandering through London, homeless, getting my identity from the streets, the buildings — the city itself. The Post Office Tower in particular, I identified with and loved. I still love London but in a much milder way: London and me had a very intense relationship indeed.


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