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A manifestation of problems is about to piss down on me This difficult situation is cloaked in nonsense Encased by feral monsters with voyeuristic intentions I am struggling to see the difference In light of this, I take flight

Trying to make sense of it all When the tide goes out And the rain stops What was once seen is now not what is seen All the way across the expanse To the horizon A revealed beauty That is transient and formed Flowing ebbing and eroding Of continuous loss As present A simulation Creation in place And witnessed by my force in time

When I was your mirror I was no less dangerous I knew what it took To be as yourself Now I know how to protect I know your empathy I know your trust I know your desires Desecrated through impunity Deep within Where your monster resides You are in fear of reconciliation And of blame

As true majestic beings Black cockatoos return to Darwin To squawk and demonstrate What belonging really means

Sweet sickly toxic plume From city to city cars are killing Dead mouth Deàd eyes Push this mess away The inconvenience and perversion

Beautiful sprawling Geelong A veneer of suburbia each and every way And all of that granite just 22ks north east With distinct pyramid like peaks Making the flat plains so much more It has not always been this way Station Peak Flinders Peak A discovering with sheep Reporting that the natives were unwilling to work Waves of squatters drove off custodian resistance Conflict Aboriginal massacres Procedural lack of evidence Enforcement through denial of representation Legitimizing colonial  right of way Never to be officially documented A systemic off the record ‘land grab’ Plunder and claim Victim accounts reduced to word of mouth Forever locked into what can be deemed acceptably plausible Dogs must now be controlled There are walking and trial bike trails Picnic tables and toilet facilities It is challenging and family-friendly This, the now unquestionable modern day Australian landscape

This is a matter of inference rather than direct seeing Seven burials took place here No evidence that the bodies were exhumed What potential If we want to understand it’s time to reinvent We act as forgeries in the style of what we really want Only to became redundant due to the introduction of a new technology Then knowing we have been found out We lack the  knowledge Like fallen angles that lack life and emotional play Taking the historicist position by what we forgot about it Through the development of scientific knowledge The colony of identity has been re-established Normalised aura To form once again - a unique existence in a particular place in time This magnificent achievement that time has reshaped To what is now less good, less beautiful, less awe-inspiring, less interesting Our memories reliant on reward and monetary gain Walk on by and think less about it When none of the original statues exist, it nolonger matters.