At the top of my farm
Next to the gate...

Plasma, genes, mitochondria
Revolving, circling calcium and carbon...

She steals those most near and dear
She steals without a care...

My view
Earthy tones...

Turmoil rules my mind
my consciousness blind...

Sun barely up
Adam from my sleeping bag...

Shattered stones lie at my feet
Fragmented fresco's...

The intercom blared "Ladies and gentlemen...
only those passengers seated in rows 15 - 30 are...

Illuminating candle sits on the window sill
Throwing shadows at the wall...

An ache that builds and burns
Desperation creases my furrowed brow...

Down Colac
Runs this red gravel track...

Religion and me
Was it to set the mind free...