The Subjectivity of Daybreak
Posted 3rd July 2008 at 09:28 by re_fuse
As a pale orange light filters through the gum trees the cold sea breeze blows down my body.The lights of a passing ship light-up the Rosebud pier.The glow of dawn turns blackness into a thousand shades of green and the birds awaken with joyful song that mix with the roar of trucks on a distant highway.The very part of nature I was trying to forget about,but a rustling possum and whips of cold wind find their way back into my reality and once again I feel part of the universe.
Cosma Shiva
Arther's Seat 17/2/1988
Cosma Shiva
Arther's Seat 17/2/1988
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Ref...you don't half talk some shite on your blog eh?
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Posted 3rd July 2008 at 21:10 by LDMA
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That was a poem about something important
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Posted 4th July 2008 at 03:07 by re_fuse
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Nothing like a fresh breeze through your bollocks to remind you of your own mortality.
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Posted 6th July 2008 at 19:27 by Umbuku
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