Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
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68 !<br />
“I didn’t mean nothing! I like your show! It’s crazy but we watch it all the time<br />
here.”<br />
Dylan nods rather than disputing.<br />
“But we ain’t seen you on it in awhile,” speaks up another drinker. “Did you quit?”<br />
Dylan looks at Mr. Bob. He wipes the bar, spotless already, & decides. Removes his<br />
crazy colors apron & says, “Come along, Son.”<br />
“Hey! Don’t take him away! We like him!” “It’s a good show, kid!”<br />
Mr. Bob the barman takes Dylan’s hands & brings him through an old oaken<br />
doorway. He hears someone behind him say “Aww Jeez, he’s being brought to the hippy<br />
druggies. Us boozers ain’t good enough!”<br />
<strong>The</strong> bar disappears as they pass through. Dylan breathes hard & keeps walking.<br />
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lxvi.<br />
<strong>The</strong> space between things collapses ever more, space & time no longer ever potent<br />
illusions, it’s nice really, how things can reveal, how the truth embedded funny in things can<br />
burst out.<br />
I find myself in a locked room far, dark but my flashlight, looking over old<br />
notebooks, wondering over how the years left little else but these—<br />
Mind flows through body flows through mind, a oneness preached foul against by<br />
gurus & cultists—what then of Art? Am I not these ragged sheaves of paper?<br />
I’ve never thought answers can be found easily, that it could be held whole in a<br />
glittering cup. More like truths enough for all, unlimited, contradictory—<br />
<strong>The</strong>se notebooks I’m holding are still far, space & time not undone yet—<br />
the mystery of the visible world looms cozy in the nuzzle of the greater invisible<br />
one—<br />
lxvii.<br />
A tall ship on a taller sea, balance adjusts every moment to each tip & sway, many<br />
people on board, the air is cold but dances the skin without claws—<br />
No land anywhere as though land does not exist, never did, just this ship & its<br />
unseen path to somewhere, rise fall glide lurch—<br />
Nobody speaks or stand too near each other, what is all this? What be? What kind<br />
of shape? Why a sky above neither dark not light?<br />
Where was there, that other place, & the one before that, & earlier? How does this<br />
keep happening? What life, whereto?<br />
I’m not scared, I just don’t know, at the moment I feel pending but maybe just more<br />
than always—<br />
Now something happening it’s been minutes, hours, what that there? Another?<br />
Hustle & shouts, fear or at least a lot of noise & it’s a large ship too, I think, did I<br />
really see? Now I am pushed by others below deck, only the soldiers remain above to fight—