Through the tunnelling of worms

Rain sweats its fermented gold
Tipsiness kicks in

I am here, next to the Cosmic Tree
On the street, I pick up a bunch of

Geraldton wax, three words in my mind
Recuring: disruptive, child-like, weird

Am I what I thought I would end up 
Being? The Cosmic Tree, elongated, has ariel roots

They uplift me to the opposite of cosmos 
Where dream becomes reality and time twists

I am back to my pre-primary body at my current age
Riding a giant pelican, or swimming

In the form of a jelly fish, or casting a spell on a willow tree 
And always getting lost in the maze of tiles

Being touched by unwanted hands 
— the sound of a belt on my flesh, shrieking

— and the sound of rubber slippers, approaching 
My father’s body reeks of alcohol

His mother is hit by a car the moment she has 
Her psychotic epiphany

But I am seeing her on a tram to Coburg 
And yet I am sitting in my mother’s BMW

Vowing to leave her and never come back 
I am five, I am ten, I am twenty

I am in China, I am in Australia 
“Never forget your roots!”, my mother says

But she doesn’t know that trees migrate, too 
Thud
The Cosmic Tree is done with me

I am back on the street
Still sitting, no longer feeling tipsy

But feeling utterly feral, utterly lonely