bury night

Dusk Dundler

 

rock as a god

yr anchor of gravity

centime drop

 

spine branch back

to well leant porous

trunks -peering darkest life

 

fluid mass

clock eye spiritus

clandestine white

 

it is pale

trace line inherent

holding own weight

 

wave crashes a funnel

cutting sleeping solitudal yoke

from land sight

 

races cannon sway

now purity of blinding white

longing vestal / naked birth

 

god does not think

in reason / time is at bay

and you are not a bird

 

Dusk Dundler’s poetry is previously published in Plumwood Mountain, and also in Overland and The Prague Revue. He has produced documentaries for Radio National, and been published in the Griffith Review. He was short-listed for the 2012 Overland Judith Wright Poetry Prize.

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