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Another poem from my upcoming series: London Bell's.

What's In Me That's Deep Below

006e25d5f93c5908e9295c648d9e7d94by Stefon Napier08 Aug 2013

I often want to sing but I can't so I sort of dance instead.
I don't want people to see me doing it though.

Shades.
Blinds.
Societal pressures.

I churn my feet and once in a while spin.
My imagination is usually at it's best when I do this and
sometimes I think about the future too.

5:30 am radio programs clip on and according to somebody it's probably really good outside.
There's a narrow London road that I could be on finding a moment to catch and linger.

I suppose that there really is no going away if the place was already a stable in your dreams.
There's always a morning to return to.