Silur

 

 

 

Block Station

 

 

 

Road

 

 

 

A Fairy Tale PRO

 

 

 

Cave

 

 

 

Alive

 

 

 

Ghosts Of The Orthodox Sleep

 

 

 

Mars

 

 

 

Everything Will Be Fine

 

 

 

On The Beach

 

    On the beach at night,
    Stands a child with her father,
    Watching the east, the autumn sky.
    Up through the darkness,
    While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
    Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
    Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
    Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
    And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
    Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.
    From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,
    Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,
    Watching, silently weeps.

WALT WHITMAN