“Get Away from it All” DW 1.20
All that is, is being, but being is hard on its own. That being said it's the simplest of things yet on leaving, it's being no more. out the door being heads, towards the wild blue yonder, into nothing it bumps and with nothing it treads but the tread is left back by the door with inertia and friction and thought and what's more is that more was left with less way back there and that small hole they bored into being's very being- that abscess in organic tissue to see through, that prism-called-portal the doorway to sea, That border of all that could be here on land. Now the sails set as curiosity accompanies our crew with soaring skies and out from port we escape, out into the deep blue beyond blue, beyond light, with our crew of no me and no he and no you, all together we now get away from it all.
- Robbie Love