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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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