now the night is awesomely indifferent,
a voyeur star-ing down, unsisterly,
thought slips on edgy gravel underfoot,

dice rolling echoes into silence;
it’s time to spin like dust …

escape in the rise of alien birdsong,
shiver through each tonal beauty
beside yours, so painfully untouchable


australian dawn chorus not essential listening, not a soundtrack either, just a by the way