Through the dusky veils between worlds,
The Celestial Camel ambles,
Humps shimmering with cosmic dust,
Hooves tapping out chords of ancient guidance
Across dimensions now drawn together –
For today, the multiverse tilts
Its ear to Australia’s song.
“My children,” the Camel hums,
Trailing Saturn rings in buoyant breath,
“Do not cast your lot with the potato –
It grows in darkness, buried deep,
Hidden from the stars’ wise gaze.
Seek the one who flourishes above ground,
Who greets the sun and shares its warmth.”
Galaxies spiral in the Camel’s eyes,
Reflecting the cities and outbacks of your land:
Ballots as meteorites, falling with choices,
Each a possibility, glowing or cold.
“The potato may promise roots,
Stealth and stability in mud;
But wisdom is not in sinking.
It lives, untethered, in starlight –
Where hope’s seeds sprout for all.”
The Camel presses its nose to the ballot’s edge:
“Choose for compassion, for the future’s gleam;
Do not nap in mouldy burrows
When universes beg to be explored.
Let your vote be a comet,
Blazing truth in Earth’s green sky.”
And as he trundles on –
A flash of nebula in his tracks –
He leaves a trail of stardust,
And this final reminder:
“Friends, beware potatoes in politics;
Aim, instead, for the flowering tree –
Let your democracy reach for light.”
Beware The Potato

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