Monday, July 22, 2013


Even though a clouds's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed

And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting

Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones

Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail

For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale

And for each unharmful gentle soul misplaced inside a jail

And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

The Byrds -- Chimes of Freedom (Link)

Gerhard Richter – Clouds, 1968

Giandomenico Tiepolo, Pulcinella and Acrobats, 1797

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