The Underground Loop

By | 1 August 2015

The train is down. We are waiting at its heaving side
for the fresh train to come. The train that will come.
We grow transparent with the rain we brought down on us.

Out of darkness and into the Southern Cross
where a cantering light adjusts its stride to run alongside us.
The inner place we risked our lives for.

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