Recorded: Tuesday, 24th of March, 2026

Location: Melbourne, Australia

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Poems:

Isn’t there a place you wish to belong,
Somewhere not here,

Undeniably not there.
A place where the sun tip-toes across your skin,
and where water pauses before the first moment of embrace.
I’m told there are places,

Where the city skyline stands aside for sunrise,
and the parks of the people,
stand taller on lunch break.
I suppose you wish to belong here,
because the clocks are disobedient,
and the clouds are angular but still not sharp,
and cars run off carbon-dioxide, not old bones.
I was told these silk from left over spider-webs
is strong enough to build bridges,

And the water below would never break anyone,
no matter how great the storm.
Even when the fires strike,
ashes band together, like armies of soldiers,
putting the bricks together like kaledioscopic mosaics,
and forming new imaginations.
Isn’t there a place you wish to belong,
where the unimaginable tries to exist,
and the existence of imagination is unbounded?