They Play Bob Dylan’s Tombstone Blues Forever
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Perhaps I did ask for this, demanded a try, beg for a part? Hod did I formulate this request? Who was I when I wasn't? Imagine the “un” before everything about me! That's where I was(n't); a tiny likness of the Big Bang; a world out of a masterly nothingness; a singularity, not less than nothing, but precisely nothing, balancing like a high-hat in a drumset, just after (Charlie Watts), about to (Ken Buttrey), but empty, 'round a “yet”; a thought that hasn't thought itself, already an afterthought, stuck, empty, in a slot waiting for an airplane to take advantage and accelerate down the runway Before anything is forgotten, they play Bob Dylan's Tombstone Blues forever, while Marc Beaumont is seen circling the globe on his custom Koga bicycle, thinking that the tumble weeds of West Texas thudding across the highway are curled-up thoughts that nothing came of; carcasses of the unborn © Ingvar Loco Nordin 2023
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