Genius unexpressed is a ghost and I I have abandoned my soul. My soul encased inside the confining crust of the world, with only a cold toned mist and darkness surrounding me. My inner feeling of isolation by the phallic volcanic cores of the glasshouse mountains stand as a rock hard mask that crushes my sensitivity. I am hibernating. In a smoke filled cave . My life force, oppressedand unacknowledged. Let me be free of my culture.