-------------------------------- Indentured to a fault line a symptom of the fall is our lifeline to colour eyes. This censure of grass on our skirts is a mere apparition, an effect of the classified photobooks we leave behind. Even though the moon burned brighter in the swamp so i could touch it with my fingertips in the sacred long grass... We build upwards as far as our budgets allow. Still the penthouse is further from our footprints. When you kissed us we fed you an eternity, still you called it a half truth. -------------------------------- Our mob lined the stadium saw plastic seats. A million strong vibrating thick as thieves. Trampling fire ants in their tracks, dancing a chorus line, empires crumbling waxing, huddled around the water tower. Solar systems you never knew awakened by your courtesy. When they burnt the paper trail still costumes couldnt let go. -------------------------------- ~ Audry Nachos Antipodea (Darwin,