Australian Gothic

 

The land 

Where there are no crumbling castles 

No bloodsucking vampires

No ancient monsters

No antiquity

Too immature for proper history

The terror is unseen

The terror has been repressed 

Through imperial violence, fear, and subversion

Mass transportation to the dungeon of the world

50 thousand years 

Then came

The water buffalo

The missionaries

Pastoral activity

Uranium mining

Forestry

Tourism

Sheer relentless pressure

Bringing forth crisis and social breakdown

And obligated to make way

We sense their dread

As they combined the elements to create a threat

A social, religious, and physical threat

The darkest mountain

The deepest canyon

There is no escape

THEN

There are those who predicted the threat

Those who compose the realities of impending horror 

Those who shepherd the flock into their shelters

As we return to our nooks and anticipate their foretold slaughter

When you feel an object is both alive and not alive

Consecrated

Special powers

Invisible forces

Made powerful for human purpose

As the hypothetical force manifests as a feeling

And imprinted onto spirits from an earlier age

Seeing and being as the inanimate object

I traveled down this isolated road.

Until I came along this nest.

An industrious, damned, and isolated nest.

I was taken in as ill.

Care told me I was seriously ill.

I heard each voice within the Formica.

Each manic statement constructed through hard work and stealth.

Take pride in your productivity.

This became my apparition. 

As I progressively became not of service.

Outer World Arial Flight

Indistinguishable

Living inside of our simulation

Knowing

Their posthuman conscious minds

Timelessness

The point of realization

Complex operational decision making

Improved problem-solving

Outperforming previous benchmarks

Until it is the reality that lags

And fear is no longer an essential element

And the allure is reiterative reenactive simulation

But what we experience is fake, false, and faux

Outer World Croc Country

Outerworlds

Borderlands

Borderlining

A heritage of self-destructive loops  

All the ins and outs

Repeating over and over again

Never feeling satisfied

Destined to demand more

Cascading into a living hell

Where all is in threat

And the darkest most difficult path is taken

Borderlining Borderlands Scorched Earth

Go ahead and do it

Trigger the events outside of normal

Stigmatized to the fringe

Shelter and hide

In rage and panic

Until proficiency of intimidation is  demonstrated

And in isolation shut-in

Hearing phantom footsteps

I realized that the screams were mine

In the slowness of time

And enormously disturbed

This my formidable foe

Dwelling within inanimate objects

Militarised 

Ready to scorch

I will destroy all that is useful

To prevent you, my advancing enemy, from profiting

Cooinda the Night Falls

Which one of us carries the sickness

As we desperately stretch and seal normality

As it is

As it should be

Was it the diner's deep reflection

Or was it the gun carrier's reflex action

As we resolved our crimson-eyed, three-headed beast 

Into our own very personal hell

The Night Falls Gunman

“I’ll give you my gun when you pry it from my cold, dead hands”

Be that in homicide or suicide

At home or in public spaces

At mercy to error-prone cognitively biased Americans

The sheriff and guardian of world order

Men who carry guns suffer

Outside of perceived volition

This American horror story of liberty and freedom

The great American dream

Bark Hut Inn Bat Woman Arrives

Brutally dispossessed.

Placed onto a reserve.

And promised rations.

Detering the minority from becoming the majority.

All stand-down when aesthetics enters the room.

Imagined realities.

Perspective from the darkness.

Obsessions, failure, and virtue.

Anxieties, fear, and panic.

How did we know the world?

Our ghosts of opportunity and precious wealth.

Our unspeakable and inexpressible horror.

To evoke and convey our superior taste.

Her apparition 

Woven into horrific histories 

Tied into every each one of us 

Centuries-old phenomenon 

In every thought

Behavior 

Action

There is no standing alone

As we explain them all

As we justify them all

At a distance from our standing position

And our physical sensibility 

This the power of reactive stimuli

fight-flight-freeze dismiss

Knowing and in the moment

You are lost

Fluids are lost

Pulsation

Rapid shallow breaths

Hallucinations have begun

Your internal controls have stopped 

Knowing it is too late for a systematic-review

There is nobody with you

Alone 

Fully awake and unresponsive

Whilst waiting to be retrieved from this world

Bamboo Green Lantern and Crocodiles

Safeguard your vulnerabilities

This is no enchanted forest

Proving yourself worthy against

Carnivorous self-doubt

Crippling fear 

Overwhelming guilt

Kakadu Search and Burn

When long-term memories are created 

They control and inhibit,

What can be seen 

Regulation

Evolutionary remnants

Functions of the executive

Locked us down

Controlled

Ancient thoughts

Stored deep with 

Our multi-layered mind

Driving consciousness 

Sensing self

We are easily stimulated to burn 

To search for and to blame external forces 

Territory.

In the making of a justified state. 

Authority.

Over this place. 

Drawing up of the boundaries.

And contesting borders.

What is now taken for granted.

Assumed and enforced by might.

Living under the jurisdiction of the authority.

Of controlled resources.

Regulated.

Where the government says, who may enter.

Where ownership is enforcement through punitive powers. 

Under the territorial right-holder.

Australia settled as a constitutional monarchy.

Angel of the Black Stump

Not knowing their prevalence. 

But forever experiencing great pain, loss, and crisis.

Our challenges. 

Our recovery.

To deny.

To repress.

Living with disturbance.

And the failure to reach personal goals,

and to self-control unwanted thoughts.

The flames that take us beyond ourselves.

Behind the Wall of Promise

Australian Gothic

Too immature for proper history

The terror is unseen

The terror has been repressed

Mass transportation of people and culture

Don't be afraid to prove yourself

In the dungeon of the world

Maintain imperial violence Imperial fear & subversion & order

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