moon shines blue light
over shadowed buildings
turn the corner see the river
palms clasped together
in awe of silent majesty,
the sacred indistinguishable,
all wrapped in supersonic light
time rolls on, we all roll on,
that unfathomable incredible
turnin' on this tender spot
of earth crust that is London
all praise to the ghosts eternal
who years ago made this city
dealers in the pretty no
more like the power magical
a specific underarm throb
of mystical pulse drum
beaten on the luminous
experience of mother plasma
in sunlight conversation
with father galaxy gods on the
weight of her spun hurtles
- from London Works
