tell me about your holy cowsyour gigabyte ram ram mantrayour exponents of exponential growth,your markets that rise and fall by the whim of small godstrading the gdp of vast countries in africa and lives lived brutalin deep tunneled earth for something shinywith a touchscreen and planned obsolescence.tell me this is the meaning and purpose of…
in the spacebetweenhere and now,in the spacebetween two handsheld together in prayer,in the spacebetween me and i,the stars lean closein an expansive skyremembering – rememberingin the the silence betweenthat in our bonesin our cellsin the fractal minutenessof our beingwe tooonce werestars. 18 April 2023
so late my loveand the day still needs doingthough sun has long slipped the horizonand only the night jar still sings, but there are stars nowmy loveaching with light long held –come breathe with methis unravelling sky.
i waited for the stars through the setting sun, lingering smell of bushfire painting feather clouds into bright birds. i waited for the stars because in dream, after the end of the world, when all that was needed was done, the stars came brighter than any stars i had seen before, like sunlight catching quiet…
she said we were stars. she said all of us beneath our skin were skies full of stars, that blinking intercostal was light indeterminably old that peeling back clavicular through muscle and bone was like that first catch breath moment of karoo night – horizon to horizon milky way. she could paint us that way…
it was the noise of the stars that woke me again and again through the night and though my mind comprehends the silence of those long journeys, it was the noise of the stars shining loud in the sky that woke me from the mothwing quiet of sleep.
too long she said cooped up in here amongst the dust and tired words. go outside she said taste the air that bites the night while the stars swim on homeward.