too much time
spent livin’
keepin’ my mouth shut
when i should have spoken
shadow doubts
now close in on me
from not makin’
those crucial decisions
when the winds were still
in my mind sails
to cut an’ run
now i only sit an stare
at the moon
thinkin’ it fancy
thinkin’ it is gonna deliver me
from the mundane monotony
that is the shape of things to come
streams
beams
seams of threads
used to think
it should all make sense
now I just chose
to sit an’ gaze
upon this desert
inconceivable
wrap arounds
on the plains of nowhere
manifestations
of impeccability
from the city struck
imagination pools
in which i swim
the hidin’ hounds
of the concentrated
implausibility
that all roads out there
lead to the one
into me
who is to say
what anything means?
those that adjudicate?
those who are commemorated
long after their sunrise / sunset
has come and gone?
me i follow the
pipeline of the light
straight as it comes
take the spine tank
cowboy lasso trail
into the bushy grasslands
bushes in which are hidin’
petroleum predestinations
of immensity
telegraph wires
stretched to all points
on the compass
water pools
in oceans flowin’ green
ridin’ those sun breezes
of continental vastness
out manoeuvred
by their own beauty
indescribable -
all of this i can see
but how i put it down
is wasted validity
an’ these compounded words
are the pale witness
to earthquakes
of a mind
deliriously cravin’
sanctuary
- from Nullabor Song
