FOOD FOR THE ORBS

Fred, farmer, Orland CA, RA Clayton

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlpAEVaSCSg) Pictures of Home Deep Purple Somebody’s shouting up at a mountain Only my own words return Nobody’s up there, it’s a deception When will I ever learn? I’m alone here With emptiness, eagles and snow Unfriendliness chilling my body And whispering pictures of home Wandering blindly. How can they find me? Maybe they don’t even know My body is shaking anticipating The call of the black hooded crow I’m alone here With emptiness, eagles and snow Unfriendliness chilling my body And taunting with pictures of home Here in this prison of my own making Year after day I have grown Into a hero, but there’s no worship Where have they hidden my throne? I’m alone here With emptiness, eagles and snow Unfriendliness chilling my body And screaming out pictures of home

by Paul Klee

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