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Thu 2 Oct 2003

by Sarah Endacott

image by Greg Serafin
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A Little Girl
music
(noises)
a priest
the family car
(under the house)
a funny smell
(thousands of years)
physically impossible
restless
(a dream)
delicate instruments
World War Two
(the original owners)
the sudden appearance of
her brother
damp spots
(children)
telephone calls
(the answers)
a normal life again
vanished
Contact
the lake
(chandeliers)
crash site
(laughing)
the government department
a letter
(this very room)
their birthplace
all three
(time)
changed the course
of HUMAN history
messages
(a cover-up)
bruises
exactly the same spot
electricity
the bible
The Expert
identical twins
(an uncanny
resemblance)
a signal
photographs
(recordings of a
forgotten language)
certain parts of the world
the number nine
(somehow different)
proof
sacrifices
in an unusual position
(a doorway)
tiny pieces
Egyptian carvings
mating rituals
(under the right
conditions)
only visible from the air
the past
(LONG ago)
FAmiLIAR
(cold)
stones
writing
(the staircase)
traced it to this house
HER HAIR
(in the air)
her dress
the 1950s
STARTling revelations
(a chicken)
singing
by the wrist
(fire)
an ancient ceremony
the wind
medical authorities
(the original meaning of the word)
asleep
NAMES
their wedding
(advanced
CIVILisations)
conflicting reports
the only c l u e to
his whereabouts
recent footage
(walking)
SOUTH AMERICAN river systems
(water)
ordinary everyday people
AN ISOSCELES
TRIANGLE
facts
forty years
burnt into her memory
the only
oneofitskind
(cigar-shaped)
light
CONverts
(the speed of light)
burns
questions
experiments
(other life forms)
horses
(hair ON THE BACK
of your neck)
the overwhelming
evidence
radiation
A SMALL TOWN
(the window ledge)
another dimension
documented powers
special herbs
beyond your
wildest imagination
(certain items were missing)
all over their bodies
LIVE as we know it
life


August 20th, 2006 at 4:16 pm
11/01/2003 19:12:
the present is the past and future, steered through the gazing eye of paradox into one.