London 2013

This town is a poem
These roads are eloquent
in every inarticulate curve
in every unarticulated word
in the dead-end
of every apathetic
alley.

These prints all bear meanings
in their meaningless floundering,
in their floundering
of meanings.

We repeat a distance
like these trains
on and on.

Every random throwaway stride,
finds its meaning
in the destinies of all these alleys,
like a portray
that confesses, utters
and lets itself out
only
in its last derivative lines.

These streams of people
are just epigrams
oscillating in their destinations
to convey
The real meaning, the essence, the line
between the lines of these roads,
between
departures and arrivals!