This brutal beauty
This divider of opinion
This divider of the horizon
Into parallel lines
Of 60s aspiration
Made concrete.

Line upon line upon line.

This incongruent vision
This space station
This line of sight
Grey as the Guild moon
Camouflaged against Northern sky
Magnetic to the eye.

Line upon line upon line.

This vast waiting room
This cathedral of travel
This node of meeting and parting
Ingham and Wilson
Heads together
Form and function in harmony.

Line upon line upon line
line upon line upon line.