Publication 737
By Arcadian on
Monday, March 28, 2005
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Location:
Australia
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Friday, July 30, 2004
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Silver Leaf
Still. Silent,
temporary stasis.
Rows of ears
prick up and listen.
Somewhere eyes
monitor for a change in hue
or to an acoustic signature
that echo a dazzling loop
of long and short vocal refrains
to a backing track;
recorded so far back
into the bowels of time;
that no-one could possibly
remember the big hit-tune.
Unfazed
and committed,
radio stations on
Terra Firma's summit,
with steel trunks and
moonlit parabolic leaves,
wait
and wait
and listen
and hope for,
a roar of warm jet-engines
that break through the outer reaches
of the ice cold vacuum
and into the top 40 charts
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