transforming the fishbowl

A small fish bowl containing some fish stands atop a pedestal,

Grace written upon it.

Nearby are other fishbowls, each upon their own platform.

Now, despite the desire if the fish to travel between the bowls, they cannot.

The air too deadly to the breath.

Suddenly, a sharp implement punctures a hole into the first bowl,

Precious water draining away.

At first the fish fail to notice.

Why is desperation needed beffore realising your predicament?

Do not be fooled, only fish believe they were designed to breathe water.

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the dry bones live

A montage of Canberra’s Heart visions entered my sight, concluding with the small central grey building. Drums played atop it, calling “Wake up! Wake up!” causing its foundation to quiver and shift. Then as I watched, it was encircled by scattered bones.

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the repentant multitude (2)

A great multitude aged 15-27 and dressed in 1980’s Punk/Goth fashion [1] came into Garema between King O’Malley and Impact Records (Figure). Tables were set up between the two stores to check off names as the people arrived. Though I do not remember the conversation, I asked something of the table attendants authoritatively as walking toward the interchange intersection. Finding it difficult to move against the flow, I stood on my toes to see above the crowd, yet the multitude was greater than I can fathom, continuing to the horizon. 

[1] Makeup, hair: long black trench coats, black hair and eye-lining, as well as white skin, combined with Mohawks, piercing, and heavy jewellery.

heavy jewellery.

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preparing the army

The Holy Spirit stood atop a green hill, surrounded by blue cloudy skies and a field: to the right stood an orderly army of white figures, to the left a squirly black mass. Raising his arm in a sweeping motion, he signalled the white army. Sporadically, at first, they shoot fiery arrows overhead and into the blackness, dispersing it to revealing a golden pavement. Finally, the Spirit walked into and separated the blackness like the Red Sea. More and more arrows filled the sky until they unified into a broad hand that swept the entire black mass away.

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