Again and again

It astonishes

again and again

How we require

darkness

to get closer

to ourselves/

to the light

again

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London

Big, noisy place

overwhelming in sounds, sights, smells
To you I turned

to travel a little

closer to myself

 

You are expected to be bright at night

People are

in front of bars

called pubs

Sipping their pints of ale

 

But I found

There’s so much left

of old times

19th-century mood

A bit of Sherlock Holmes

on some corners

 

And those street lamps

leaving the streets

gloomy

 

Here I find myself

Travelling back

In a place

where I intended

to travel forth.