rigours of the train
shake an’ shuffle
ridin’ through terrain
with not much to see
if your sight is ordinary
otherwise there is plenty
finer details can please
more than you ever thought
possible before
makin’ sense outta lands
of little sensory
information
apart from –
soil
rocks
bushes
low clouds flyin’
across an uncontrollably
vast and empty sky
shadow pools upon the
earth beneath them
signs of activity
are what you wish for
but the action lies
in another sense
altogether
big time action
planet shifts
take millennia
of cycle shreds
as we roll
onto another
turn of the mighty
earth wheel
terrestrial space rock
again and again
on and on
and so it shall be
until big brother sun
eventually goes pop
but no need
to attempt to
anticipate
the as and when
of such events as that
way too big
as they are for
flesh an’ bone
incarnations
to decipher
without goin’
round the bend
fenced as we are
within
possibilities
we are not meant to
comprehend
abandoned town
people gone
nuthin’ to sustain
their remainin’
dust tracks
spin away
leadin’ into nuthin’
big fat nuthin’
when dust settles
only the breeze
for company
in the afternoons
played out
over an’ over again
shapes in the distance
indicate nuthin’
but haze illusion
tricks of the light
sleights of hand
like magical cockatoos
of the south lands
rollin’ away
to painted nowhere
in geomantic
transubstantiation
stones all around -
pebbles
boulders
rolled here
from god knows where
only god don’t know
for this land was here
long before those
snake shuffle
human philosophies
came on the scene
hungry in their craziness
diseased as they were
with physic imbalance
indicative of the terror
terrestrial
habitation
with no seeming
explanation
for the scenery curves
and seasonal pulses
that devastate
and re-create in
equal measure
engenders in ya
yes, before those
snake guffers
all this was still here
- from Nullabor Song
