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That's me in the reflection;

A peephole, a little blurry.

Maybe that's my shape.

Next station: Kingsland.

Mt Eden Station is temporarily closed for redevelopment.

Water sweeps in the door of the carriage,

Tuna and Taniwha, all around my ankles.

I never saw them here before,

The ticket inspector never looks down.

There's water on my feet, through the holes,

In my shoes, and I don't lift them.

In the river, the now, the tide;

Not bottled, tapped, stuck in the pipes.