6.ix.20
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Yaminba Track
in a Pilliga stillness
sandy and blackened
these caves
it won’t suffice to call them
but here we are
go round again
anyone can see this is sacred
it’s why bother building a church
you can see though a church is a little like this
here we see time’s toil
how it’s facing
cave light where the old fire’s kept
are we not sky struck
with this presence?
come here to scrape
and to sharpen, to sing
the chapel’s ceiling’s done out in maps
here’s a trailing off of limbs
and who?
grass trees stand like the wrong word here
so many sorts of bee come
white and full flowered
be within whiff or two
air honey
look down see ants carry
from here
see far
we are a trick of the light
soon gone
that roar like the sea
must be
below
see far from
I call the forest forever
that roar like a train
must be the road
go round
come in awe
leave nothing
aren’t we turning to stone
returning?
the guardians of all this time
how are they not still here?
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