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"The Will to Survive" 

It was a peaceful time
back then in the dreams
that were once 
our prepossessing future.

sands of time 
dragged under our bare feet 
while the crystal clean warm ocean
of life that once was, washed over

our carefree summers 
in mermaid caves in the times
of the dolphin queen and 
the starfish huntress.

treasures 
were contained
in wish jars and 
sooner than later, 

lids frisbee thrown, 
were released graciously
from over-protective hands 
and the captives launched
escape to their own 
concept of freedom;

we were all in elementary school
back then, holidaying, 
where swaying beach trees
whispered their secrets in
cool calm breezes listening 
to the laughter of small children,

songs flew like pelicans and 
in the air 
we all breathed,
there remained the exotic
perfume

of golden wattle, bottle brushed banksia, 
and in the garlands of seaspray, 
the sweetness of 
untainted wild honey 
from bees,

that didn’t sting poison,
like small machines 
in nightmares, capturing all 
our waking moments,

drawing blood like parasites
and seeding Morgellan fibres 
under our skin 
all seeing and breathing.

treacherous 
surveillance 
was the state,
it had no place

in the microcosm of an 
idealised fantasy
wanting to be 
free and real.

we were monitored
and ankle tagged 
as criminal specimens
audited in a 
prison planet. 

the child 
eventually grew, sadly
its shadow overtook 
the beautiful monster,

darkness 
has a way of doing that, 
it manipulates, 
colludes and grooms,
it shapes one

to blend in 
and the 
fast losing unaware 
become something other, 
variously deceived 
by then,

they are the last to learn 
that rumours of the
perpetuating familial lineage, 
of the calculated  
bloodlines, genetically

were revealed to be
unfortunate and true, 
imprinting the
stratosphere blueprint
for the impressions 
of a slow evolving, yet
swift betrayal, 

no less than 
by that which was held 
most dear and close.
first there was trust,
then there was betrayal.

you cannot have one 
without the other.
you cannot be betrayed
by someone you do not trust.
the saddest thing,

it never comes from enemies.
those who don't know 
the value of loyalty,
can never appreciate
the cost of betrayal.

the house of cards, fallen,
in that long 
past chapter
back then 
in the quaint dreams 
of our prepossessing future;

that awakening 
arrived 
far far too late
from the bright blues 
of a hemisphere plummeting

sullied on our once shining horizons.
the sucking of gravity 
blew us out of the race
entirely. 

the gate 
had been 
opened to 
beautiful monsters
and closed to us,

and those confident
beautiful monsters
embraced
their full glory.

they 
no longer had the need
to pretend that 
fairy tales and 
mothers mattered.

they graduated 
to another level.
cruel machinations 
bulldozing over the dreams
and hopes of absent others.

rank and file 
is determined
by their new 
freedom of choice,
their will to survive. 

Love took a battering,
but like Love -
Love stood firm
never an inch 
did it move.

it remained,
unconquered and
unwavering.
of course, the realists
claim Love was in denial. 

the beautiful monsters
created a new world of 
their own 

trying to locate 
kinder hearts to 
build their new
beautiful monster
home

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
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