In the shadow of those times, <br />he <i>was</i> the times. <br /> <br />He became his breath, <br />said Allen Ginsberg. <br />How else to become <br />instrument of the Universe, <br />mouthpiece of Everything, <br /> <br />stepping forward <br />beyond confidence, <br />act impeccable, <br />guitar chords like whiskey <br />voice of sober truth, <br /> <br />a product of the age <br />who led <br />our crop of souls <br />farther toward ourselves <br />than we could <i>go</i> ourselves. <br /> <br />Through what harmonica of consciousness <br />did he bend God's thoughts?<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/talkin-mo-bob-dylan/
