Eyre

The horizon disappeared the moment we lost sight of land. In a country so remote the whiteness seemed alien. The reds gave way to yellows. Yellows receeding to the glare of a thousand crystals. A thousand diamond propositions to give your life away.

We sink beneath the mud. Wallow in our senses. Scratching for water amoungst the salt and the rolled up swags. We relinquish our boundries. Give in to tarmac obsessions. Green signs and green cans and green ciggerettes. Contemplate superficiality before plunging our hands into the sand out here.

The ruins of our forebearers lie crumpling. The roadside monuments constant reminders of impermance. Everything is blown away or evaporated. Everything becomes elemental. Bare bones of mammels and automobiles are licked dry by the wind. Death becomes beautiful. A polished thing.

Pissing on the side of the road I resist temptation to wander into the sand. To join the gibber hoppers and acacia. Make peace with ambition once and for all. The toyota rosy lips and purring heart seduces me back to where I should be, uncertain if thats where I belong.