Bobby Dylan standing in a remote corner with his askew hair aflame but shadowed by a brighter flame that warms;
The South says nothing yet speaks loudly rising only to let the smoke pass under;
Four feet of fur with eyes aglow see black and white brings in the breeze while walking through the grass;Why did she move, it was a wasted movement;
Time is nothing, it's always after five;
Two people or three; one fooled the other that made four;
A multicolored fish lives off a string hung there by the head while a dozen eyes of the mind see nothing but look everywhere;
Out in space lies a coffee cup with saucer and spoon; out of place but better off than before even with the force trying to bring it down to reality;
Men have tried, so has Red; Red has crashed, men are high;
Groove on the sounds that escape from the disk and fill your lungs with the cloud of love.
Two hours and “WOW”, where will I be in four?
We are here yet you are not and I am gone!
The ocean roars across the I hear you but I am not listening.
Open your eyes and you will see a lot, yet close your eyes while it’s hot and you’ll see more which you thought not was there before.
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