Feels like winter, black bear.

10 Aug

Sufjan Stevens – for the windows in paradise, for the fatherless in ypsilanti

and of course the video is beautiful.
My brain is several sheets being blown low under dark blue breezes, easing along the thoughts that ought to be turning gnashing not timidly lying around. A panic. Like seeing the scene, shipwreck aftermath, folks flung swung on beams of oak melting down into earth that borne branches that press against my brain.

image: kayschwag

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