Recorded: Monday 16th of June, 2025

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poem:

Your voice rattled around sunflowers,

And stirred around the topic of soup,

Just as the tumeric stained wooden ladle did. 

Your legs held strong on beloved topics,

And crumbled under the pretenders mask. 

Liking something, is easy. 

Knowing it, feels like an anchoring,

And living it, is what we strive for. 

So we stand,

And we stare, 

Into the abyss and old-painted ceiling cornices, 

Wondering, what would life be 

If we were to love this thing,

To turn this musing and pondering

Into a tree so deeply rooted

It could never be removed from this earth

This heart

So our voice rattles,

Fearing we might like something into monster

Or like something into ashes

But we don’t like it enough

To tell each other

How much it means,

How much our life depends on it

And in this see-saw, tango dance

What we once liked, so purely

Runs away. 

And we’re left with nothing to love

And wondering,

What to rattle on about?