Thursday, May 19, 2016

Ramona, part 2



Ramona, part 2

though breathlike, get deathlike at times
and there's no use in tryin'
to deal with the dyin'
though I cannot explain that in lines.
Bob Dylan, To Ramona


I am what you are
I look through your eyes
I walk because of your feet
I get up no weight on you
and I immerse myself in your waters.
I know the specific meaning
you have given your view
of the universe. I am your meridian
laughter, your arms floating in the air,
your fingers de-kernelling a time
composed of            dawn to night.
I am your       without a body.
Your story is the same as mine,
from childhood I feel through your spores
with absent eyes.


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