(graff from unknown source, please advise if you know...)
The beauty of the calculus machine that is the city comes
through in this poem. About a spontaneous experience found walking for fitness
at 4.30 am between Fawkner park and St. Kilda beach, it explores a moment
through the entanglement of speed, metal, plastic and tarmac, that reaches out
to us from time to time. A moment so indescribable that in its oasis, rips the
veil held over micro existence, and so for us to sigh at the true pace of
things... in joy my friends...
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