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



Quick beats in an icy heart.
catch-colt draws a coffin cart.
There he goes now, here she starts:
Hear her cry.
Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words
Wheel to the storm and fly.
— Grateful Dead, Cassidy

Day 86

Pretty lady ain’t
got no friend
till the Candyman
come round again
— Grateful Dead, Candyman