Saturday, August 28, 2010

871 : 8/28/00 : Unintentional

Unintentional’s the
only way to slide into the
Waking sleep the
big hibernation
along winter’s sleeping
my own counsel I’ll be keeping
fiddling while the forest burns
the season turns
and I’ll be waking soon

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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