"SSSSAAHHH" my sigh, it's way into distant memories of palm tree island oasis mirage' and the smell of sweat after I awaken the zero-point-thrice-zero-one glimpse of reality that is desert and sleep...
Ssssaahhh, my dream re-comprehension of school driven fathers sent into the battleground mind of maad microchip, Three-Dee rendered hero's and some silent god...
ssssaahhh my love, my tax agent, my national competition, my supermarket, my tv, my blank yet ever expressive feature while meditation takes possession...
ssssaahhh the round belly that flares it's nervous system every now and then to let these dry sceptical eyes reach moist places never entirely thought real or able to withstand the future...
ssssaahhh my wound not death, my wealth not crystal-meth, my best explanation to what happened when I was young and experiencing all the rages of the rage...
ssssaahhh my war not begun, my greed under the gun, my profit for the prophet who might not ever let us down the floor board trap in the confession box to mass grave...
ssssaahhh my red horizon sun-puzzle-setting-peace-into-piece of days rolling round, with monk on silent prayer of rocking chair and air all once elders have breathed...
ssssaahhh my rain after rain after rain after rain after reign of the ruthless drought and the drunk without a penny can see a new life in the haze of dry joy in his child...
ssssaahhh my rainbow that could reach around the world never touch the ground and thus make the sound of our entire collective silence the memory in golds meaning...
ssssaahhh my master work taking eons with delightment and world after world of savagery in search of a stable resource, people understanding their job and happiness...
ssssaahhh my soul description written on a truthful single ruby, a hopeful multi-trillion dollar summit, a sun's ever watchful window and a white lie given to canvas...
ssssaahhh my answer to all the aboriginals that know the deeper meanings behind why we were all kicked out of our heavens and whom just might translate their very hearts in completion of the gateways coming years...
and here I coil, a snake hissing and bleeding internally from the tyre, hoping that the Kookaburra may reach enlightenment in it's final laugh...
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