The Phase Poem by Julius Lenaiyarra

A phase it could be
In a clear ostentatious atavism
A touch of narcissistic utterance
And there comes a thought after-thought
To a difference in indifference
A phase, then a face and the phase
Still too many of a phase
Mind-bogging and clear
Moulding meticulously
The cheer in a queer
That a phase should be

The second phase of a phase
A normal seeking recognition
No utterance as a chance
But the persistence and consistence
Like the talons
Tearing sharply through the air
To a definite destiny
That is yet to be known
The phase may choose to by- pass
As it is; defined in nature.