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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.
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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.
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~ Audry Nachos Antipodea
(Darwin, August 2010)
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