Charlie 1 guest blog live from Muttilmoola

Guest blog from Sarah Eastaff

Charlie 1

The playground is empty, but the mud is full,
With secrets. Already spilt.
Amongst the rain, refresh, rejoice, renew,
And these lives, partially distilled.
Shall hold in time, lost from a plane,
We shall drive the other sane.

Giving many, all this change –
To a world of twilight and noise
That is lost, in a memorable breaking of voice;
With restrictions – infinite.

And purity. It holds the mess,
The tears, sweat and the rest.
For we are unity.
Shadowed in an underworld,
Held by two electric lights
And concrete bricks with women in night.

Cover your shoulders but put your heart on show,
There is nothing here we can not know.
In infinity. With purity. A lack of fuss.
Welcome, this is us.