Impermanence is the one
permanence
like reflections of acidic lakes.
OH Mercy
in
mini Kabuki theater
Filled with God and poetry,
Bob Dylan stares at us from
white wars
and bookshelves.
Soft accordions
Blur dances of sure posters.
He sits in paisley, she in salmon
guitarre in hand
hand in mouth
speaking in intellectual apartment,
shaking with dryers
and low frequency base.
Soon we will leave
in search of our own reflections,
God and Dylan.
Our own permanence.