Between twilight and dawn
a breach in something

The world stops, but for furiously unintelligible flashbacks
which Dylan wrote songs about, as many poets have

episodes of turns of 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 first to last

by Jim Culleny 7/10/13

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