We Are So Small Between

I Think That Any Songwriter - And I Think That Bob Dylan Knows This More Than All Of Us - You Don't Write The Songs Anyhow.

In Dreams The Truth Is Learned That All Good Works Are Done In The Absence Of A Caress.

So The Great Affair Is Over But Whoever Would Have Guessed, It Would Leave Us All So Vacant And So Deeply Unimpressed, It's Like Our Visit To The Moon Or To That Other Star, I Guess You Go For Nothing If You Really Want To Go That Far.

Poetry Is A Verdict Rather Than An Intention.

In Our Rags Of Light, All Dressed To Kill.