“darkness and rain an ancient feeling”
“words of the river swarming here, in branches of mangrove”
“to dry land, water returns tongue first”
“when the last open coast of australia is tamed, polluted and over fished, whats left except nostalgia and the desert at our backs?”
“the river we step in will burn us off at the knees”
“the moons rides the crests and hides in the troughs as we plough on…”