We journey
from the devastated Earth...

Good dreams
should...

We were
so young...

Another
speck of dust...

It seems
the fish tank...

I've reverted my yard
to a bush block...

Crutched
like so many sheep...

I wasn't born
in Ballarat...

The Bard stopped at Footscray
on the road to Ballarat...

In the land
of Evermore...

I've gone
out the door...

A facile eye
skimming the surface...