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Lift and move When and where there is an opportunity All things possible have merit These mechanisms of endeavour Approving what is to be built or destroyed Building vertical correlations to meet the passion  Of each new executive batch  Making profit by exploiting their exponential potential Until the boom turns to bust

Vulnerable to the errors of others Standing your ground in the confidence of humanity Vulnerable to the wilful anger of others Maintaining your time in place despite the inconvenience Vulnerable to the impatience of others Knowingly at risk and praying for mercy The road ahead The place of destination My life in the hand of machines Shield me from harm Protect me from progress

How do you find your way? Who would have thought? That you could end up How you dreamt it In place in time Without regret I didn't

Sydney is vivid But what happens next? I am curious It's all perception I now see so much more But I cannot see what is coming And I am haunted by what cannot change This primordial slime When all was possible Enjoying what you do But my understandings are not established

Waiting for the tide to return See, walk then run This lonely night Waiting for the moon to return Think, hear then voice This steep descent Waiting for the force to return Fall, fear then kill This neverending plateau

Location Sydney Harbour, hanging inside the Convention Centre at Darling Harbour There is a theory going around A theory where you gain insights into all that is But there is nothing for you And yet you are driven to see yourself in everything that is We are still hiding in that dark room With only one candle lit In awe of our shadows Looking at what we do with ourselves

You must Learn to behave To learn the rules To learn the lines To know the ropes To be of the standard Schooled within an infinite number of virtual fences

How I anticipate Is how it will happen In mind's keep As in hindsight

In these last few minutes When there is nothing left Take your opportunity It is no longer about, going it alone about, individual results about, whatever it takes

In these last few minutes When there is nothing left Take your opportunity

Silence, footstep, path, and cars Trees, light, breath, and silence Who hears what when there is only talk Take an opportunity to remember what you see In place in time