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31/12/2009

a year of beaded insects   of holy mountains ravines    and black-backed shoals unhinging   from gravity’s press   the circle complete then    kiss me and tell   is your heart still mine?

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30/12/2009

these word mysteries are circles connected   shaved heads and  filigree leaf    the act becoming image    taxi driver with a red dragon’s eye

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29/12/2009

our bodies remember   this heady wash of current and desire   pungent scent of  ghost money burning

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28/12/2009

I am writing a history of the present   of all possible directions   a tattoo to snare the sun   and spiral out to muscle’s edge

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27/12/2009

blind hours watching through   darkness the night sky   wildest of cities till morning    stars consumed by the mouth of light

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26/12/2009

at the dog end of christmas  the phone call heavy with pauses   thick slabs of monsoon    rain across the Tasman

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25/12/2009

these christmas lights   a library of multicoloured souls   strung windows reflecting heaven  and circular life beneath