Last night in bed while listening to their music I read these words. RIP fellows.
"Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I'm a martyr to a motion not my own:
what's freedom for? To know eternity.
from I Knew a Woman
Theodore Roethke
"Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I'm a martyr to a motion not my own:
what's freedom for? To know eternity.
from I Knew a Woman
Theodore Roethke
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