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a Chinese elm. I push my eyes with the heels of my hands; the<br />
world is tilting over and leaving me behind.<br />
Finally, I lie back and stare at the sky. Sometime, after the<br />
lorikeets go shrieking overhead, I close my eyes.<br />
* * *<br />
I dream it is night again, and the land is formed of creatures.<br />
They are silent as they move, time and substance at once. They are<br />
rock tumbles become waterfalls, regathering as still pools. Then<br />
they rise from the dam, larger than the sky, muddy water coursing<br />
with serpentine rainbows. Closing.<br />
A twitter snaps my eyes open. An Indian mynah skips by. It<br />
twists a sleek head, brown and orange, and a word drops onto my<br />
tongue.<br />
Invader.<br />
I scramble up. It cocks its head, then darts into the scrub.<br />
Unafraid. Here to stay.<br />
And something unfinished inside my head completes.<br />
The sun is already down, and the night air creeps up the hill,<br />
promising danger. The dam is a dark hole, and I know the creatures<br />
are rising again.<br />
I stumble down the rocks, wanting to be home. There’s a light<br />
on in the farmhouse. But on the level, the estate lights align and I<br />
lose the path. For a few seconds, the world spins—lights, dark,<br />
lights... then, a splash.<br />
I run blind. The lights bob and silver grass whips around my<br />
feet like hands trying to pull me down. I pump my arms and pray<br />
for pavers. Finally, I see colour: the hanging baskets, and the<br />
farmhouse: roof, veranda and door. Colour everywhere.<br />
A qualm bursts through my consciousness.<br />
I hit the brakes still within the violets, and ease my foot back<br />
from the pavers. The Folk line the patio edge. And the gutters. And<br />
the roof. Thousands upon thousands; a swarm. The silver grass<br />
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