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.