mysteryons 007/666

We sat and listened to Dylan
he was scared to sleep in the dawn of evening,
the morning of an orange sunset.

in between each, turn of phrase
was the stillness of hand
an ear cocked.

He listened and I waited
for the voices to drown out the music
for the twitch of hand to come back
for the legs to become unstuck.

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