He wasn’t where they found him,
with their flickering lamp of hope;
deep inside his realm of twilight,
on the cradle of a rope.
They cut him down with silent wonder,
since he was burnt without a mark;
running wildly, but not moving,
like a shadow in the dark.
They took him to that point of distance,
trapped between the yin and yang
of fanciful illusion,
and back before it all began.
They tried to find the place he came from,
but that, of course, could never be;
so they found him something closer;
between making do – and misery.
2 Brighton Park Rd
Beauty Point (Wallaga Lake)