| Oblivion Sky  [+ favourites]
Visions of Johanna plays
Autumn in its fullest splendor
Leaves dancing on fire,
cascading, spiraling
down upon the vacuum of your eyes
Bob Dylan, 1966, standing, black,
before a mountain scape that's just too big
He wears those black sunglasses
Maple leaves of amber, gold and red
All the colors melding into
Some surrealist painting turned clear
A battered country house with haunted windows
Sits quietly in front of the oblivion sky
"I try my best to be just like I am but everybody wants you to be just like them."
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