Melbourne to Darwin
The Shopping Centre
Not knowing whether to be scared or to be content
Make your judgment
Halo or devil
We describe our persona of creepy
In our religious manifestations
In our children books
In our stories
In our movies
Our hell on earth
Permitting the dead to guide our fear and vision
Peter went shopping
In our hallowed place of transaction
To think and talk about probability
To keep the gate open for approved believers
To revoke the others who continue to seek knowledge
Our gatekeeper of the significant fell into a moment
And became lost in thought
He let his guard down
There on a humble symbol of power
Laid down to rest
Control
A situation began to unfold
No-one saw who claimed it
Everyone knows Key 6 was extensively employed to establish Terra Australis Incognita
To support those of divine grace to access the fruits of this new world
To impose those bereaved from grace and imposed to a fate of generational poverty
The moment in which Peter forgot about key 6
This was not an average day
The preaching son was lost in his moment
As he chanted God loves you all, a Pontianak stole control
Such is the path of a Saint
Peter's Key inspected St James Cathedral
Melbourne's first cathedral
Of Colonial Georgian aesthetic
Too small for purpose
An insufficient statement for ambitious Marvellous Melbourne
Saved by key pioneer families
Sometime later Saint Peter found key 6 in Melbourne
Impulsive and yet cowardly
Being both hot-tempered and tenderhearted
Insightful and yet ignorant
Courageous and solid after Pentecost
Yet was hypocritical
I didn't know
I simply forgot
And to refind requires divine inspiration
Forgotten
I forgot how to be prepared
And ignored the uncontrollable me
Once again we separate from one another
And before the night is over
As emotions subdue
I just slip away
Just to feel more at ease
I stumbled and freely fell
Down and in among the standard economy
With guilt as my gilded suppressant
Or was it fear
Or was it respect
I patiently waited in place
With everyone keeping an eye on each other
I waited until boarding was called
Learn
That is why you are here
It is not the easy option
Whenever you can find your place
In and between transience
In the ambiance of waiting
Find opportunities to make sense
I'm just waiting in place
Halfway between departure and arrival
A living cultural landscape
Paved and lined for the thousands
From generations to generations
More than myths and magic
No longer a featureless place
500 million years to today
The trepidation of being alone
When in the transition from place to place
Experiencing deep and vital dangers
Venturing into uncertain territory
Racing towards the chance
To experience heightened emotions
Of altruistic happiness
Sometimes I play dead
Then I am not afraid
Sheltered in your shadow
I put my hope in you
Too afraid to stand alone
I hide with the meek and quiet
We love the darkness thrown
Where in
Here inside
We safely tremble
This our place
Filtered from harsh light
Far beyond their righteous stone
Sense of transient place
Knowing you are almost home
It is all we have
This biosphere
My reasons for life
My sphere
My region of interaction
This is me as organic life
As atmospheric
In awareness
In our public places
In our shortened term
Together
In our repetitive behaviour
We created bonds
Forming reason
Being
A bond
To share our emotional identities
Our experiences
Our thoughts
Our feelings
Our memories
Wanting to be here
Caring and treating each other gently
By achieving more than just doing our job
In the sanctity of our biosphere
Of all living beings
of all relationships
Being at home feeling magnificent
A Darwin Bougainvillea Christmas
The night before December
In beauty and in pink
Darwin Mall 9:30 pm
It is why I chose this place
It is not the method or magic involved
It is the dream that is imposed
To orchestrate chaos into reason
Questioning why not
Of each livelihood built on inherited death
To continually find beauty
Through power and resource
Darwin Plastic Night
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