By | 3 December 2008

the same drought part of the australian bush as yesterday only waking to a flash flood

water sliding the balding hill and shifting my inner landscape to a kind of environmentally aware comfort zone the top soil gone I am challenged to build something reverent look my family over for similar signs but it's hard to tell the rain gauge is the centre of attention walk on water or drown –

the plan for the tower is almost real enough

to put down on paper

there'll be soft places to dig the footings

a greening before a ripe moon

enough blood

to set the first stone in place

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