In the space between my fist and my heart

Elongated heart strings

Turn into fish hooks

Pulling me into the space between sand and reef

Between dreams and waking

Between memory and the government of the lived 
Here, where we stand against the grinding world of greed

Same colonial plantation bastards

Old enemies wearing new clothes 
We hold all that is left in our tired brown hands

We exist, in memory

We exist in vaporous form

In the space between the written and the spoken

In ancestral homelands sitting at the teeth of the hungry ocean 
Here, we look to the past

Our eyes fixed to our murky pasts

Before the ships arrived armed with maladies, weapons and with their angry vengeful god

They took our stories out of bodies

And gave it back to written on paper the colour of their skin

The sold us shame and covered our bodies in cloth

Binding us to their phosphides, their tragedies and their unrelenting greed

Now we fight in this untethering 
We only dream in the time before

We remember small remnants of who we were

And we sing the same songs

We move to the same dances

Celebrating the loss and trying to remember the essence

We remember in resistance

And we exist in the circular shape of our oceans

Like sharp toothed waves

We roll in and out remembering, forgetting and moving towards the future

Where the colony wont be our reference point

Where our memories and our dreams aren’t tainted by our tortured pasts

Where our gods can sit with us again

And we can sing new songs and dance with our backs strong and faces pressed against the wind