Before she left Pauline visited her sister  

Who lived next to a railway 

That travelled up a hill

She lived in a splendid apartment 

That faced a sea of mirrors 

Who lived next to the railway 

That travelled up a hill

From her bedroom 

She could see where the land had moved 

The town was collapsing into its beating heart 

Towns often do this because they are unhappy 

Her sister Pauline was a writer 

She had written many successful books 

Pauline had not read any of her sisters books 

She thought that her sisters stories were overrated 

She preferred painting the light 

As it fascinated her 

It made her happy 

On the day of her visit 

The light was white 

It was often bright 

Especially at night 

She waited for the moon 

It was due at noon 

Any time soon 

But would remain hidden 

In the reflections of the day 

Mirror mirror on the door 

Who is successful 

Who is the whore 

As she prepared for her long journey 

This question bothered Pauline 

As she prepared for her long journey