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the lines

shine to a convergence,

Or snake about some vague purpose.

The building, boarded up, is brown

with twenty years of trains.

There is no one here, and

stains,

and red dust whirls

the devil winds

Unseen unheard on the iron rails.

clacka clack clacka

clack:

-----------------You rock and roll

to

death

or

to

everything’s begin

At the heart of Auckland - at Auckland’s heart.

but

before

the

dreamt adventures,

Eat

at

the

railway

cafe

and

drink

for

your journey

.....

You only know:

the fire in treetops,

The car-flooded roads:

.....You are between the tree and its rock.

You

are

in

Queen Street

......... there is nothing here

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