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My interview Razor Sharp 18 February
Me interviewed by Sharon Firebrace on Razor Sharp on Tuesday 18 February. (0)

My interview Razor Sharp 11 February 2014
Me interviewed by Sharon Firebrace on Razor Sharp this morning. The Royal Commission, car industry and age of entitlement get a lot of the coverage. (0)

Razor Sharp 4 February 2014
Me on 4 February 2014 on Razor Sharp with Sharon Firebrace. (0)

Time for a House Un-Australian Activities Committee?
Tony Abbott thinks the Australian Broadcasting Corporation is Un-Australian. I am looking forward to his government setting up the House Un-Australian Activities Committee. (1)

Make Gina Rinehart work for her dole

Sick kids and paying upfront


Save Medicare

Demonstrate in defence of Medicare at Sydney Town Hall 1 pm Saturday 4 January (0)

Me on Razor Sharp this morning
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And so you sleep, quiet, unaware

And so you sleep, quiet, unaware

And so you sleep, quiet, unaware
The gentle rhythm, the flowing care
That takes your hand and pleasures there
The sweet unknown of yesteryear

You waken as in sleep, again
The slow timing of sweet pretend
That takes the journey to an end
Repeating life to beginning, then

Where sleep surrounds the very day
That takes the night, and time, away
And becomes itself of the way
To burden bed and so to stay

The blanket gathers warmth and still
No movement takes the stage, or will,
We are aware, our dreams to fill
The space behind the growing, till

We rise again for tomorrow’s sleep
Not narrowed but flowing deep
We take the past on their keep
And see our history as we weep

So rise, rise from our numbness
Count not the picture but the slumbers
And take the bed for our only oneness
The ending of the long caress

And so you sleep, quiet, unaware

John Passant 7 August 2013