Night Travelling

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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Travelling late
the inspectors
are in bed
each figuring
himself Peter
at the gate.

Smooth voices
near a yellow
pool of light,
pulse of machine-rooms:
night-shift men
talking.

Someone
on the dream-staircase
moves up
without moving:
out of the body
travelling late.





dm2

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