The cruel fate of Moby Grapebeclouds the best band out of the sixties
I am an islandI stand on the ocean floorobstinate, windswept
The deep and beautiful truthof Anatta — No Self No Past No Pain
Given earth water and airthe seed must obey the fire within
Pebble Toe Flick Ditch
Starling wingsflutter the morning sunlightall over me
This morning, the ocean: a frothy, white thundering herd