Chaos Theories

This is my first attempt at an erasure poem, created using this article, via The Conversation. The text reads: stars eat their own we revolve around the sun in the search for life, past chaotic histories pushed into unstable orbits.

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I stumble; down to the creek bed that no longer runs down to rust-red clay, cracked like elephant skin down to bury myself beneath the bleached bones of a fallen scribbly gum.

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He said // This is your fault.It was twenty-three years ago.When I tried to speak dirt choked mythroatso I lay on the forest floora summer storm cooling the earthand I was quietas he destroyed me.

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