From: 1234@567.net   
      
   Whoever listens on a Dylan song cannot turn away   
   because the musician's rhymes are unbelievable.   
   Touching the spine with Rimbaud's pace, though   
   not forgotten in search of the poets from dark lands.   
      
   The givers and the takers of the lines are hidden   
   for the song must not be revealed false to the mind.   
   Filling the formulas of tradition for masters, high   
   above the sky, blinding and fading of ordinary lives.   
      
   Rules were never asked for when spells weaved   
   expressed when the drum and the harmonica sounded.   
   Worlds became entangled with thorns disguised, sharp   
   or dull in the minds of all who feasted on the invisible.   
      
   -- LeoK -- March 2024   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)