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The Highway and the Lost Soldier

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The Highway and the Lost Soldier The midday sun around Adelaide River does something violent to the bitumen. At forty-five degrees, the Stuart Highway softens like melting fat; it turns into a black mirror, rippling with an unnatural, liquid glare that pools over every low rise. That is where it waits. He is always trudging south, away from life and deeper into the blistering furnace, his boots making no sound against the tar. The Highway and Lost Soldier Standing From two hundred yards out, he resembles a stranded traveler you’d pull over to save. He wears sun-bleached, disintegrating drill cotton that matches the bone-white dust of the termite country, his head angled down at an impossible, broken angle against the glare. No broad-brim hat. No swag. No water bottle. Just stiff, unnatural limbs jerking with every stride. “Driver... look at his face. We need to stop—why won't he turn around?” He is no lost tourist. Could he be the linesman from the Overland Telegraph days who tore ...
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We Are Suspended In Transit

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We are in Transit



Poem:

We step forward.
Each step stirs dust into the air.
The dry, shifting evening air.
The sun is neither fully risen nor a witness.
A silent guardian.
Beginnings and endings, both here and just.
At this hour.
And yet shared.
This is where time unravels.
Where place dissolves and where movement lingers without.
No words, no destination.
This is the place.

This is the sacred space.
Each step cannot ignore faith.
Where time unravels.
Where movement lingers without end.
A witness, a silent guardian.
Beginnings and endings.
Both here in the distance.
The burden we carry is more than we thought.
It is more than it is more than distance.
It's the stories waiting to be uncovered.
And the bond we strengthen along the way.

Unanswered questions.
Deferred dreams.
The hope, the hope of arrival, leads us forward.
At this threshold, we are neither lost nor found.
We walk in the in-between.
Each step whispers.
Here we are.
Here we are in the middle, in the middle and transit towards our becoming.

Description:

This is a poetic exploration of the journey of self-discovery and transformation. This evocative piece uses vivid imagery and metaphors to capture the essence of being in transit, navigating the unknown, and embracing the constant state of becoming.

Keywords:

Journey, Self-Discovery, Transformation, Transition, Becoming, Liminal Space, Inner Worlds, Metaphor, Twilight, Mountains, Courage, Hope

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