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Late night-train times by Jonathan Beale

The night blocks the doorway to sleep,

The mystic moth takes me over.  Aware of:

Vacant pavements vacant streets

Forlorn street lamps bereft of life &light.




I found myself in the accident of dressing 

That cats and dogs never quite understood.  

I found myself taking the train 

From the diaconal Paddington Station.


The Linnets Wings