"If a man's imagination were not so weak, so easily tired, if his capacity for wonder not so limited, he would abandon forever such fantasies of the supernal. He would learn to perceive in water, leaves, and silence more than sufficient of the absolute and marvelous, more than enough to console him for the loss of the ancient dreams."
Edward Abbey 1968
Watermarks on the ceiling
I can see Jesus
And he's frowning at me.
I see a dead seal on the beach
The old man says he's "Already saved it three times this week
Guess it just wants to die?
I would wanna die too (he said)
With people putting oil into my air
But to be fair I've done my share
Guess everybody's got their different point of view."
I was driving down sun set strip
(Phillip Island, not Los Angeles)
Got me some hot chips
And a cool drink
Took a sandy seat on the shore
There's a paper on the ground
It makes my headache quite profound
As I read it out aloud
(It said) "The Great Barrier Reef it ain't so great anymore,
It's been raped beyond belief, the dredgers treat it like a whore.
Drank till I was sinking
Sank till I was thinking
That I'm thankful for this view"
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