Somewhere within the reaches of the horizon

beyond the curtains of the South Eastern Highlands

                                        I am space.

Devonian sandstones serpentinite rocks that shock

metamorphose

reduce to tiny particles under a microscope

                               I am a prisoner in a note of truth

                               Exploding drone pipe attack of the didgeridoo

Tangelo yellow blue bright blood dark

Scattered with glitter! Stark

naked.

Down to earth I walk among Dreamers

like saints in the midst of a rabble

in the quest for sanctity

                   Streams flow underneath my boots

                   harvesting angels draped in leafy pearls and flowery tongues

                   twisted around gasping chimneys of the modern city that clutter my mind

I degenerate and devolve and climax

into one

Even before I was

                I am

And where I will be

                  I already was.