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1930s, 2020, 6*, blue, city, dome, horizon, identity, interdependet origination, London, lost, Ludgate Circus, morning, passing, pavement, seeing, sky, space, St. Paul's, stopped, sun, thought, time, traffic, work
I stopped short
caught on the kerb-
side, traffic past,
crawling from the morning
sun; there was space
before me here, but a
city all about as far
as I could see uphill until
the consoling dome
of St. Paul’s, deep behind any
horizon, confirmed,
yes, yes, it has come to this
that you are found
dressed dark and sober for work
and lost
under the blue and blue sky
who is it, who is it: that noticed or wrote or snapped or talked or stopped or dressed or read …?
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
blue & horizon wormhole: meanwhile
city wormhole: The Atlantic City Convention: 1. THE WAITRESS by William Carlos Williams
identity & time wormhole: sweet chestnut
London & sky wormhole: ‘she shook the sweets …’
morning wormhole: riders of the night
passing wormhole: YOUNG WOMAN AT A WINDOW by William Carlos Williams
seeing wormhole: ‘not sure …’
space wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – I took my camera into the fields
sun wormhole: silence
thought wormhole: poessay XI – piquant love
work wormhole: slight sneer
mlewisredford 
Deep spatial and spiritual awareness and awakeness to this poem. A sense of being lost and found, in your sober work clothes is what I most love.
The dome under the blue sky is what did me in. I can see it.
Thanks.
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thank you, Holly; others’ reading brings subtle colouring to an otherwise black and white picture
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And I strain to remember a time when I was dressed dark and sober and lost under the blue and blue sky. I prefer being lost under a blue and blue sky while walking the dog in the park. A feeling less of despair and more of inspiration, thankfully.
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