I've been to ethereal zones,
Where Tasman currents mingle with a Coral sea,
Crossing demarcation lines and forbidding oceans,
Long before Walmart and McDonalds and Coles,
Fixed human attitudes and ocean latitudes,
Messing with our fragile world,
Gnarling our hair as we curled our lips,
With all that modern snarling and guile,
So here I am,
This whole megalithic while,
Naked under the burning desert sun,
Galloping on my wild horse alongside warragal divinity,
Realizing there are no messiahs living or dead,
Revelations perched high in orchestral trees,
Vibrato and harmony recreating a forgotten chord,
Coloured tones striking our polyphonic world,
So here I am,
Discreetly underdressed and unfurled,
Uncurling mangled myth with tangled words,
Trotting through a maze of foreign lands,
Exploring pungent markets full of noisy hordes and busy hands,
Drumming up extraordinary memories,
Divining respite dreams and other herbal remedies,
Twitching sorcery twisting musical chants and fetes,
Magicians bewitching village kids into bleating goats,
Sanctimonious Carpocrates flying hi ho over roiling streets,
Witnessing a toiling remorseful moon,
Watching silver slivers of that lonely orb morph to blood red,
Morphemic Paul stealing from mindful Peter because of what mystic John said,
Theology mixing with philosophy like it merited some Mediterranean street cred,
Once upon a time in exotic Beirut,
Pious Athens and Rome donned a similar suit,
Lebanon's fallen cedars verily sanctified,
Midst all this hallowed dread.