Ramona Part 3

Ramona Part 3

but it grieves my heart, love

to see you tryin’ to be a part of

a world that just don’t exist

Bob Dylan, To Ramona

I’ll call

til the doors of your fortified city,

with inviolate statutes,

adopt me as inhabitant

of the life that unfolds within you

identical to the rain of silence

over your head

I’ll permeate you gradually

until I am smoke in your voice.