Sleep
Between twilight and dawn
a breach in something
The world stops, but for barely intelligible flashbacks
which Dylan wrote songs about, as many poets have
episodes of turns on earth in a collapse of reason
with juxtapositions that delight
or rip the fabric of everyday distraction
In that space Nothing mounts his void
a cowboy on a hyphen regardless of tock or tick
he whirls a lasso cipher round his head
leading his posse of fear & mirth
chasing unherdable cats across a crevasse
like the one that divides forever’s deaths & births
behind night’s scenes galloping
galloping from last to first
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by Jim Culleny
7/14/13