Refugio De La Tormenta

Bob Dylan: Shelter from the Storm

With a heart

of furious fancies

whereof I am

commander:

with a burning spear,

and a horse of air,

to the wilderness

I wander...

--Tom O'Bedlam

GO LIGHTLY FROM THE LEDGE BABE
SOMETHING ABOUT THE DURATION OF PAST TIME
CANDLES AT FOUR O'CLOCK
BESET WITH SPINES
UP UNTIL THIS MORNING
STANDING LIKE A STONE WALL
FINISH UP YOUR TEA