The wild blackbird
had a huge wound...

The agapanthus
for generations...

When it's
too much like...

A macabre dance
with whatever the subconscious...

I know now
what it is...

Engulfed
by the sea...

Mad is where
I'm at...

The end of the dream
and into the nightmare...

You're doing a great job
better than I could...

I saw the face
of the Madonna weeping...

While the red gums bloom
the honeyeaters...

My little mate
the blackbird...