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
Was not on 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
By Royal Charter
We chose not to see
Our exclusive right
To self fiction
To mask the horror inflicted
We simply turned a blind eye
And inflicted extermination, genocide, and sickness
Infliction
From begging to missionaries and domestic servants
To an inter-generational underclass
The Settlers Reigned Down Under
With their sheep
And their beef
And their homes
And their wants
And their names
And their beliefs
And their justice
Until trade and commerce was established
And controls were legislated
Deep questions
Deep human questions
The right to be stupid
Traveling in silence and adoration
Discovering innate and unconscious fear
Surrendering to the purposefulness of self
At loss
Let my death be a message
Rubbish and balderdash
The end keeps returning
Suddenly and unexpected
Our normal defensive response
Motivate
Crouch
Flex
Like-minded people
Reinforced viewpoints
Extreme opinions
Startled
Gorging on the comforts of technology
Admiring the terrifying beauty of surveillance
Each and every algorithm forming a nexus of intricate stories
Not no longer a passive electrical device
Armed with an intention to boost transmission
Their digital eyes
Their artificial intelligence
The enterprise grows
A booming market
Open closed off on open closed off on
Vision as a service
He rode a horse
He dropped his sword
He took off all his clothes
To be in poverty
In time for equity and rights
Original meanings
The primordial
Being of an exclusive attitude
Of one's own
Library of Might
When the Library opened in 1856 the British Empire was the dominant global power, with colonies and outposts all over the world
Ned Kelly's Library
Now in the State's custodianship
His letters, armor, and deathmask
A green silk sash
Ghostly intimidation
Across the road, Ned was hung
A life of situations beyond his control
There is no claim to objectivity
The impossibility of justice
We share a terrible history of global destruction
Our crown's propensity towards violence
Capital Imperialism
Driven by the right to reign
At heaven's command, Britain first
Extermination
Mass execution
Murder
Rape
Violence
Plunder
Suppression
Internment
Power is destiny
Glorification and institutionalization of historical benefits
Underlined by imperial knowledge banks
Written by those who are dedicated to logic and rationalization
Strategic justification
The order of might
This is what the colonizers know and do
Ned Shadows Melbourne
Subversion
Thousands of supporters
Rallies
Petition
But no reprieve
The lawless frontier was controlled
Make an example of
Through execution
And the keys to heaven
From an earlier time
Venerated and preserved
Heritage and martyrdom in decay
In the house of the proper
On display
The behaviors
The paradox of yesterday
Maintaining academic distance
A moment not like ours
The power held within
Social Design
Influence
Sanitized discordance
Prowl Vader Ned Algos
New Gods
Man God
Ancient God
What matters to you
Secret business
Rapid change
Towards complete and permanent cessation
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
Red Cloud Passing
178 seconds to live
The time it takes to lose control.
Once inverted
Demand your certainty
In this world of loss
Thank god for peripheral vision
And our dreams and out-of-body experiences
Always in fear
Justified and bound in chain
As in splendor
Alone and just being
Just got to know
Trying to get away
Never knowing where I am going to
Never to know whether I have arrived
How to gain a higher purpose in life
Without reason
To actually dream
This is where I am at now
Wanting to sleep
And restless till morning
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
Under the heading destroyed
Francis walked into the night
With a bleak outlook
Borderline and obsessive
And away from the street lights
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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