not human but muse......... anathema and avatar. Sydney's Kings Cross .... aahh the possibilities are endless!
Monday, 11 October 2010
a bird calls me onward
A garden dreams at night time. The whistling leaves are resting. Naked are the grasses That slink between the dews. It's over says the currawong, His yellow eyes be knowing.... A fever hits the restless And faves the bravest few.