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Australia Centurion
Australia Centurion
Heidelberg light, hard edged;
not sharp-cutting wire
knifed thru fractured mica.
as old canvas turns
gold to sepia, brown to aged
ebony, in descending years
gone back, down, away,
to where we survive
and lie cocooned – like pupae
of paper wasps
in interstices of time, locked
in desiccated people-nests.
alive and dy...
Saturday 25th November 2017 8:32 am
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