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the train
at Wollstonecraft
the train is a kind of a comfort to hear
means you can always go
go anywhere
I mean it’s there
it’s not
it will be
and in the hours missing
called sleep
trains are dreamt
wars’ worth
and long commutes
some go for the whole of the track
rhythm of blues
harp to
meaning there can be no other trains
bumper to bump
and sidings to shunt
we live where time’s acceleration
and here we are in it
no steam but punk
come again
tell me
train keeps its old pace
runs through the bush
all of it
sleep on the straps
in any city
here
away to another country
else-when of us
so flowers are strewn
away to another time
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