The missing beat of what once was.
It must still be there somewhere?
The secret of a dank basement;
In a cavity below the Annandale perhaps?
Hiding behind a silverfish-eaten carton of Tooheys long-necks.
There it sits, in a sea of dust,
Floating on a rotting Battle of the Bands poster.
There it sits, suspended in fluid…
A spiderweb covered jar of formaldehyde.
But the spiders have moved on,
Only shells of blowflies remain
Cocooned in dusted and matted strands of silk.
It glints green from a crack of light.
There it sits, inert and still,
There it sits, lost and lifeless,
The missing beat of what once, was.
Shriveled like a bleached kidney,
The cultural heart of Sydney.
CRASHION 
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Why thanks Tam, I appreciate your comments. I have been consumed in work and uni studies so have been dormant for a while, however I’m sitting in a cafe in Amsterdam at the moment enjoying the meandering flow of umbrellas sweeping past the window. More inspiration for posts.
Cheers Mark