“They say everything can be replaced,
Yet every distance is not near”
”I shall be released” Bob Dylan
~~~~~~~
*this fragrant lyric,
burro-stubborn, hot burr burrows,
into an old man’s deteriorating brain,
one who spends nowadays, mending,
stretching short hours to feel lengthy,
by reviewing the distances he has travelled,
means/meanings to/for unalterable endings
when time hurries
to shrink distances
tween them points,
of incidents logged,
forking roads, always
wrongly chosen,
safety over bravery,
easy pain over hard love,
miscalculating time
and memory,
prioritizing avoidance
of the unknowns ******** up
the risk of the best laid guesses,
those things that come to be
the chiefest fete of contradictory
ironies, the travelogue nearly done,
what never happened
cannot be replaced.*
he sings dirges
for the remains of the day
and other things vaguely recalled.
2/2/2022 ~ 7/17/2022
Jul 31, 2022
Jul 31, 2022 at 1:44 PM UTC
“They say everything can be replaced,
Yet every distance is not near”
”I shall be released” Bob Dylan
~~~~~~~
*this fragrant lyric,
burro-stubborn, hot burr burrows,
into an old man’s deteriorating brain,
one who spends nowadays, mending,
stretching short hours to feel lengthy,
by reviewing the distances he has travelled,
means/meanings to/for unalterable endings
when time hurries
to shrink distances
tween them points,
of incidents logged,
forking roads, always
wrongly chosen,
safety over bravery,
easy pain over hard love,
miscalculating time
and memory,
prioritizing avoidance
of the unknowns ******** up
the risk of the best laid guesses,
those things that come to be
the chiefest fete of contradictory
ironies, the travelogue nearly done,
what never happened
cannot be replaced.*
he sings dirges
for the remains of the day
and other things vaguely recalled.
2/2/2022 ~ 7/17/2022
one of the many orphaned waifs living in my half started, half finished files.
A email from a Dylan fan made me birth it
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