If I sit
October 3rd, 2002 (around 11 AM AEST)
on a rock
near the edge
of a cliff
I find that
there is no
normal
there is just
me
and I am
all that is
and all that
will
ever
be.
We're all thinking different things
October 15th, 2002
Some are wishing they had wings
I wonder what this day brings
In a tree the magpie sings
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The man said softly
I wondered
"I will grant you new permission
for your daily extraditions."
why
he
of all people
should
softly say
such a thing
into my ears
while drinking
beers
He cured my fears
I gave three
cheers
It took me
years
To fully
understand
why he
shook
my hand
while standing in sand
and playing with
a
band
In a heartbeat
I saw
a
white sheet
without words
away with
the
birds
January 14, 1999
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