Ceilings,
and a dance,
I can’t put music to.
A thousand
unfinished rooms,
and realities,
that destroy
all the birds
in my heart.
It rolled in and out
like a late summer thunderstorm
The reason
and the season
change.
Grass tree flower,
the fire spike,
I don’t know where I dropped it,
but I think,
I lost,
that feeling.
Enter the Rational Man stage left.
Enter Reason — exit Heart.
Enter Head — exit Body.
Enter the Dreamer from the ceiling, enter the Muse, enter the Magician, enter the Lover, enter Houdini.
Enter the trapeze, enter the falling body, enter the safety net.
Enter flight.
Enter the warmth that spills all through the chest when I hear from you.
Enter the one who tells you to cut your hair and get a job.
Enter Faith and Magic, enter Lips, enter the faint feeling of them still kissing after they exit.
Enter an entire spine soaked with Mystery and Hormones.
Perhaps we’re the reason the Lover and the Magician cards exist.
Perhaps we’re only housed in cards.
I put forward my deepest respect and acknowledgment of the Traditional Owners of the land, waters and sky that I live and write upon, The Gubbi Gubbi and Jinibara original caretakers and ancestral beings. And my humble respects to the Traditional Owners and ancestors who look over the lands of where you’re reading this from. I also pay my respects to your ancestors.
I acknowledge that for Indigenous people worldwide, sovereignty was never ceded.
