Ind. Est.


Night comes in verticals: the badly-lit
cast-iron crutches of the hollow halls,
dim areas of lifelessness beyond

the dripping lampposts. Thin, insistent rain
forms shading, white across a field of cold,
grey wetness. Round the arcs the halos drip

their diamonds straight below, and down the road
reflections in the pavement double all
those lines; in here the darkness sickly shines.

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