It could have been the Aboriginal equivalent of the first two chapters of Genesis Except clans of ancestors or gods from this genealogy tree are pyramids of Siamese sphinxes sculpted like Father Adam from beige grains of clay Like concepts originating from greek etymology, these were poets in the original sense of poesis, Where each totemic species scattered quatrains and couplets, Or church hymns and dirges like stanzas and emblems of unity within Engraved footprints and across the embankments and creeks of Australia's parched hide. On an ordinary walkabout, I measure the distance between relic chambers and Sanctuaries in Moccasin county as verses from Shakesperean sonnets and Featureless stretches of gravel and pebbles as sites separated by melodic symphonies As Beethoven's Opus III or 1812 overture slumbering beneath the earth's surface These are dreaming tracks of nomadic wanderers or threads binding twenty languages Like a spaghetti of Iliad's or biblical epics painted on a ridge of sandhills and plateaus Or a mosaic of multi-colored hand woven quilts and braided odysseys that serve as Channels of awareness and communication amongst faraway tribes With memories of Radnoti in a drainage ditch while smoking hashish in Hungary, I imagine that it could be a benedictine monk's refutation of matter or temples of Pure mind buddhism if the world is an illusion where the texture and contours of Land was a musical score readable in terms of geology and songlines were The eternally hopeful and impressionable glances of children like their towering Sand dunes on the beach and recollections of eucalyptus inhalers And pseudo compasses or navigational direction finders across a grid of Scorching streets and endless rows of marigolds and sunflowersBirth sign: Sagittarius
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