come hunting

with me

my flying fox 

comrade 

come search

for truth

in the crags

and crevices 

of the sydney 

sandstone 

let us

sing our 

song lines 

and dive bomb

the dull 

let us

rip

the heart

from all

that is mundane

so that 

it truly becomes

the blind and

ignorant creature 

we know it

to be 

come fly

across 

sunset horizons

to make

our own truths

be jubilant

with me

as night descends

and we feast

on the stars

and bathe 

in moonlight 

for we

are victorious 

and ancient 

warriors 

of the 

dreamtime