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


the gracious whale's little blue tail

Oh, I’d follow you to the river, that washes out to the sea
Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night
That’s where I’ll be
— Tom Waits, Widow’s Grove

Earth's exposed geology

We always run our heads too much
We know the reason, but such and such
On your own,
You will not let your arm go
— Beach House, Master Of None