Yesterday upon the stairI had a thought that wasn't thereIt wasn't there again todayI hope it didn't get away
It's just below my consciousnessdimmer than light and soft as breath,I'd like to drag it to memory,for the things I think, I like to see
I know it's hiding somewhere near,but feels it won't be welcomed here,it isn't cool, nor is it hot,it's too un-hip, and woke it's not
Maybe I shouldn't have thought that thought,maybe it's error, illegal and fraught,upopular ideas are met with hate,I'd best forget it – but no! it's too late!
That daring thought has broken freeand settled in my mind, a part of meI'll keep it safe, away from the crowdIt's okay to think it, but not to speak aloud…
