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


Abstract Journey_Part Two

It’s all right, ‘cause I love you
And that’s not gonna change
Run me round, make me hurt again and again
But I’ll still sing you love songs
Written in the letters of your name
And brave the storm to come
For it surely looks like rain
— John Barlow, Looks Like Rain


So it goes, we make what we made since the world began
Nothing more, the love of the women, work of men
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down, as we rise and fall
— John Barlow, Let It Grow