Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


We’re standing on the beach,
The sea will part before me
(Fire wheel burning in the air)
And you will follow me,
And we will ride to glory
— Grateful Dead, Estimated Prophet

13 by robdobi
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Right outside this lazy summer home
you don’t have time to call your soul a critic, no
Right outside the lazy gate of winter’s summer home
wondering where the nuthatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away
— Grateful Dead, Eyes Of The World