74. melbourne is a mystical city, & i thought i was a mystic
melbourne is a mystical city, & i thought i was a mystic, so i sat shyly on the outskirts, living on a hill of a north coburg park, with my two dogs by the merri creek, i thought, one day i will get to it, i watched its structure spiraling towards the sky, it was as though i had lived all my life in the second dimension, it was like holding the buildings apart with my psychic ability, whilst my dogs walked carefully in between, it was as though it would all begin to crumble if my concentration lapsed, & inside i was growing very weary, for twenty-four years i had lived amongst a society, but my life was like a jigsaw puzzle left incomplete, it was a silent movie of the world, this is the real world i thought, it is flat & shrouded in mystery, i saw it like a projection of a slide upon a wall, as just a queer backdrop for me to walk by, i was faintly disturbed inside, madness can be very quiet, in this country of my fear, i'm fragile, eligible for an invalid pension, i may as well take it & be paid for something |
