To even remotely grasp this world,

or realize the impracticality of this,

you have to see Bob Dylan grow old

You may think you have, but have you really?

I have

The inevitability about it is stunning,

albeit gradual;

names dancing like confetti

through forgetfulness...

Talking New York;

One Too Many Mornings;

Black Crow Blues;

Gates Of Eden;

From A Buick 6;

Dirge;

Buckets Of Rain;

Duquesne Whistle;
Crossing The Rubicon

...while I play my identity

and the universe

as best I can,

from an indeterminate place in space