On becoming lost
Something that is vital to my existence, and it’s often very misunderstood, is being...
We hid away from your world however you delivered it to our doorstep like a drowning feline,
obscured by view, disheartened by nothing, set upon with unadulterated vengeance.
Without hesitation or remorse the salient ship broke through the waters uninhibited by recourse
the slight of your impending mandate weighs, now, heavily as my yoke.
Will you slow your stead, steady your aim and recluse your intent to a calm port where the
mangroves and tide gently co-exist. An infallible understanding of cause and effect this
connect as foreign to your systems as a falcon without prey.
Slumber the only vacation of the mind, remorse the only true forgiveness.
Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander viewers are advised that this gallery does contain images and voices of people who have died.