One :
The strangers wandered over the unfenced boundary comfortable in the knowledge that one distant day when the elders died they would be heirs.
They wore no labels or name tags highlighting their authority but carried significance airs.
I was not significant, my crystallized sandwiches saved me and I began experimenting.
Rice bubbles with sugar, weetbix with butter, vegemite and jam, and I savoured the taste of last nights meal between my teeth.
I could sustain hunger by sucking my teeth and gums, it was eternal nourishment as long as I never ventured within my cavities.
Why should I worry, apparently I would grow up, get bigger and learn stuff whilst my teeth fell out three times.
There was much time to grow, decay and grow again.
Things were before me and I had the world at my fingertips but I could not feel.
There was no memory of how I arrived here, there was nothing more of feeling passed from hand to hand other than me struggling within a daymare.
There was no food of substance, it was a meagre existance metered at intervals to tame me. I only ate it because I could when it was dispersed to me as a mouse in a cell would.
Things were before me and I had the world at my fingertips but I could not feel.
A rope tied me and I felt wound and bound, manouvered and manipulated, entranced and mesmerised.
Tethered by authority of puppet people, cluttered within lost souls gathering their overcoats
A rope of hope fed me not as an umbical cord to a cunt but as wings of desperation flapping aimlessly.
I had no idea of anything hidden within trousers or skirts - I wore shorts that dangled about my skinny legs and refused to remain upright about my waist.
Who were these parents who entered my yard, who were these people who wore shoes that were in one piece and pranced with an authority of gods.
I remember no baptism nor childhood nor pleasure nor pain nor innocence nor a cuddle nor a hug.
What was this thing that drove them all as passengers in a car that had no steering wheel and no one qualified to navigate.
They were all so proud to be. And they were being.
But the only qualifications neccessary were an ability to were long pants and collect me from things.
There was no school for grown ups they were ensconsed within roles of responsibility.
I had no ground stable enough to stand upon, I was a child awaiting the discretion of adults.
It was time for my wings to be clipped.
Two :
I had not applied significance of my little stature to the event, I was worn with dusty steps and slithering reptiles and monitors who patrolled my attendance in crystallized corridors.
The winding tracks chanelled between trees seemed to be able to guide me as I walked towards a destination that never appeared.
Tempting the world I foraged forward not as a rodent but as a mouse.
Things happened in my awareness and I was placid and succumbed by the comfort of the teet.
I would go with this feeling, there was no world outside me and I cuddled every morsel of comfort.
Having no teeth of soul I could not understand why I should be any less than they.
But I waited and watched my future fade away.
How could I control this descent into another waste basket that I never bought and seemed to determine my excretions that were never collected in my diary.
But I do remember this as an exasperating journey bonded by rules that were neither rectificantane or surmised as an idolation.
There must be a god, something bigger than this corridor in which I was set to travel but I have no purpose other than to wander and obey the rules.
It occured so steathily no one noticed and there were not many left to care, their lives were unravelling.
No longer would I trek hardened dirt paths uphill and downhill hoping to see any human life.
Life was here before I had a choice.
It presented, it overpowered, it enveloped, it clustered and drowned, it signified why I was.
And so it was that I was deemed only of significance as long as I was insignificant.
But there was a master joy that I relished. I was a child set loose in an adult world.
There had been a lifetime of eight years adrift in safety and complacency and identity.
The strangers purposely wandering with disrespectful aplomb were my parents.