all the way from Southampton Row
on Southampton Row down from Russell Square the people are blurry under the night time lights of this-is-Saturday eve and the way Londinium is all of the way from here going south down over the river out to where the ancient lands change and sometime become Andulusia, Morocco, the tip of Africa still going south to the Cape, heat like dream time afternoons where everything stops and starts and has no middle only the flow of Southampton Row this time this eve this mad and crazed existence