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A convincing ground fort

prepares its shaded mask.

Foreign imaged constrictions

colonise a long capital

breaking ground circles

into lines of abstraction.
Ancient low singing hills

are wreathed with pedestal

monuments to a state liturgy. 
Into dry air a gum leaf drops

spinning an old rising track

flanked in silver sepia trees

fading a green golden sun.
Puffed players perform a

masque parlé de l’absurde

winding vile blindness

against relational integrity.

Coercively controlled casings

shade mind consumed

by material mined. 
I learned earth is good

clean cover is mother

I belong. You teach dirt

needs consecration by human

blood and innocent genitalia.
Your red angle bricks cut

out a ferocious periphery

to suffocate a gated nation.

From unseen hides ensouled

we still drain blood to satiate a

cross inflated body of space.
After long-time soaking

earthy flora, Sun restores

her gift whilst smudging clean

spaces between movement. 
Whose time is it

when you’re being

where you are?
Some quietly listen to

grandmother trees gathering

old weaving pattern circles.
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Between watery layers

earth spirits inject

a thin air seam across

a wide Ngarigo plain.

A pale morning moon

rides low in your chalky sky.
Capital ship constructions

lie behind state circles,

fenced views exuding

exotic presumption. 
Sanctions on board

a sinking Babel leak

as required extruding

contagion, setting sales.

Ungrounded in believing no place

but yearning to cocoon,

a hided herd barricades

in fear of future reform.
Bound unsound

faltering vaulted

logic unravels in slathers

of sly soporific slurs.

Unseen convoluting pathways

continue their common flows.
Over hoary green dappled streams

mill slicing turbines gyrate

their flash charging protest

of soured powers.

Ransacked lands need care.

Mirrors echo in layers of

circuit closing madness.
Smudge pattern faces peer

through your dim window

glass forever minding the

corners until you turn.
A cast shell of identity splits

concealing its being in others.

Do you stay the old parts together

or newly live with case expelled?
Currawongs call across faun

roos watching passing cars.

Night gathers into itself

slowly preparing space

for dark opening stars.
Wend your way deeply into

broad porous boundaries

knowing centrally the sensuous.

A receptive belly gently

lands a felt surround

bringing your beginning.

Seeds flourish in

bright resolution.

We tender our hands to

stone rafts in stone skies.