My soul hath drunketh deep to overfloweth rainflorists, beamed sun flummoxed reams of violet sweat, flip-flocked kookabara cackles, broken death dreamed life seams, trammeled treasonous treasures of precocious civilisations.
My sentences soundly slept as my feet became eyes and my hands ears. I swept sweet sea swims, wept revering lake languages, rock crack salt smacks, parakeets, rainbow lorikeet teeming tree trills and butterfly frills.
Dolphin way’ll show'em, Whale we’ll glow’em, wave flocks, beach frocks, flat white shocks’ll swill’em, swell’em, av’em - hella fuckin arvo mate.
