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ARTLOOK #13 | July 2005
Since Tuesday
Upon entry, the bedroom collapses
Inward, as frenzied nerves give way
To a massage of space and silence
Concocted by the night. Swallowed
By a mammoth sleep and tossed
From dream to breaking dream
Washed up at the image of myself
Leaping off Voyager Point Bridge
Into the brown danger of Georges River
Recalling, while burning through the air,
That I should have checked for speed-boats;
Smashing into the water, climbing
Up the bridge, leaping again.
It recurs for much of the night
Until my dream acquires a soundtrack
Of passing cars, duelling magpies
And constipated plumbing. I wake
And on my tongue is the name of the person
I've been trying to remember
Since Tuesday.
George Toseski. Revesby. NSW
