Tuesday, 5 June 2012


Cast back to the time we drove across the middle of a continent,
the land was a sea, the scale was distorted and the sky was dry.
If you empty your head and fill it with that time, when the world was unknown,
the visions will slide from side to side in your head like water in a bucket;
washing and erasing, breathing and sighing.

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