My neck is stretched and my heart is soaring. My eyes have been blessed. Baptized in a sea of sparkling treacle. A sticky mess; I find myself stuck in an artwork. Something so vast; I could never understand this artists mind. My place is anywhere but this soil I stand upon, my feet are walking but I am never far from where I've been, am or will be. All is now and now is everything. I hold this key but there is no locked door to open. Or is it a safe? A diary? Unbranded, I must look. Directions to an unknown destination. Is there anything that needs fixing? Or are the screws fitted tight? Does the bulb still hold light? My neck is stretched. I see a dome with lights, stuck to the unbreakable glass. Dying to fall to the earth and flourish in our roots. With the secrets, the directions. I am blind. Until I see the stars; I am unseeing and ignorant. Like glowing rain that's stopped still in time and space. Until they fall. Making humanity bloom. I wait for this day. A time that will never come. A time that's already been. A time seconds from now. When that light falls upon my filthy skin. I will be.
I wrote this after being absolutely dumbstruck at the sight of the sky in a small town called Ganmain, inland New South Wales. Everything was so alive and in my face. I couldn't leave that sky without a form of recognition and this is my acknowledgment to that universe beyond our tangible existence.