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Embers over the Billabong

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  Embers over the Billabong Deeper into the scrub, darkness thickens, steeped in a heavy, ember-red glow. Overhead, the canopy dissolves into silhouettes, twisted paperbark and gum branches clawing through an atmosphere that smoulders with charcoal grit and iron dust. Then, the bush yields to water. Nestled in the basin of the scrub, a still billabong collects the night in an entirely different register. While the air above blazes raw crimson, the surface below gathers cool, luminous pools of cobalt, indigo, and shattered violet. For a moment, the outback’s heat seems suspended. There is only the quiet breathing of timber, the mirrored water holding the dark, and ancient country resting at the threshold between fire and stone. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's pri...

Jonus Prostrate but Faceup Scene 2 Slide 5

Jonus Prostrate in Hate Scene 2 Slide 5

Jonus Prostrate but Faceup Scene 2 Slide 5

The noise, the silence, the tomb, the self.
What condition can remove this pity?
I am displaced with this attention.
I cannot compose my stature.
Forever crumbling and falling apart.
I am now the centrepiece for all to ridicule.
From hatred alone I despise those who watch and mutter.
I hear it all, I know it all and I feel it all.
Pathetic man, chalet, conceited prick.
Too weak to stand, too weak to kneel.
Fallen down into the swine's garbage.
In this time I will listen to the hypercritical judgements.
I will remember all.
In time I will return to seek victims for my malice.

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