this is yogic

I am the island

YOU ARE NOW ON PRIVATE PROPERTY
reads the flimsy A-frame
at the Western edge
of Spitalfields.

A formless winter sun
splits the Church in two.

And so

I enter

with a limp

and an eyepatch.

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