Towards Wilpena Pound, South Australia

By | 1 July 1998

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.

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