i have described a weave in ever widening circles during an epoch of ever narrowing ones there are no shortcuts pause to watch the ladybird & the butterflies girls giggling about beginnings of ends the ebb & flow when they get up from their rest they will gain & lose The End inside outside many interweaving journies under gravity & outside in a spinning world on a rotating planet which is a spec orbiting a tiny sun orbited by a tinier moon hurtling 10s of thousands of kilometres multidirectionally Time is dual one relative one eternal we come from the ground water we are mostly & yet certain poems transcend loosen & bind... without end... we begin... time to sing & dance... someone vanishes someone appears a skateboarder sticks a landing & the youths all cheer i finish my cigarette to sit in the late Spring sun a currawong bells lorrikeets fly like forever merely a souvenir? 1,887 poems Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.