
Scrolling through chaos,
no wonder we are dry eyed—
aglow in blue light.

Scrolling through chaos,
no wonder we are dry eyed—
aglow in blue light.

We take to the skies
aim for the dark depths of space
dismissing what’s here.

We sit in silence,
contemplating the chaos
within each other.

The surfers convene:
brewing up a thunderstorm,
shady clouds gather.

The leaning tower
of South Australian suburbs:
ancient eucalypt.