When salt- and bluebush country

gives way to the small yellow constellations of

wattle, the mind enters existence.Then
native pines stand, where rabbits had cleared the undergrowth

and where they themselves were wiped out by an island virus,

echoing plantations. Further, in the sung wind,
subtle bodies are a glimmer, fluid as the invisible river

over broken rock geometry, as extinction.

The sentence, then, is an unrealizable mountain.