| Sarah |
Al I don't care what the boys say
I want you to bring me home
I'll take my chances
No it's my choice,
I don't belong here any more.
Al, I don't want to die out here. |
| Amanda |
This is Institution Road |
Sarah |
No, it's pretty fucked up here Al.
There's a bush fire and... it looks beautiful |
| Amanda | White flints cast in dark soil |
| Sarah | There's a storm, and those people and... |
| Amanda | rain drenched windows |
| Sarah | I miss you Al. |
| Amanda | Traffic lights diffracted in water pools |
| Sarah | and there's my little girl |
| Amanda | she holds up an umbrella for the rain protection and a forearm obscures her face. It's her |
| Sarah | Check |
| Amanda | she's there in that scatter of sodium orange |
| Sarah | Check |
| Amanda | standing by a bus stop, she's crying |
| Sarah | Check |
| Amanda | Don't let them touch her |
| Sarah | Roger |
| Amanda | Capcom do you read me? |
| Sarah | Go ahead Al |
| Amanda | I wasn't joking Jo |
| Sarah | What? |
| Amanda | I want you to bring me back |
| Sarah | Negative. Risk assessment says no go Jo, just sit tight |
| Amanda |
Under the grand circles, magnetic loops and guidance stars.
A face held up to the sky, gazing
Jagged lightning traceries of blood across the white
An earth with blurred circumference
Dark peat land ploughed for the rain of light
reflections off the face of a potassium white streak hurtling in. |
