I stare out

Onto London

The Total Sky Inversion

That is my

Night-time-city-of-light

Fallen stars littering the pavement

And spinning to the bottom of

The river of sparks

They wait to be

Swept

Away

Like

Rubbish

In the morning when

They wake

And march

Roughshod through

my city.

But the city now

Is ours

As we run through

Blinding white tube stations

(Tiling that shines)

Reflecting

Us

Gloriously

Patched together

And creep through the lines

Of dark in the sweep

Of the yellow lights

That crush fears

And seem to

Breathe us

Heady and passionate

Into the silent pulsing

Of the city we call mine

Where the

stars

(inverted or otherwise)

Light

Our

Way

Through

The Total Sky Inversion

Of my

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