Dylan Note — “Roll On John”
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1 min readApr 6, 2016
Fires burn bright like tigers
in Blake’s forests of the night
So burn those souls whose fires illumine
all we sense is right
All muffled now
the sounds officious
and askew
All dead and gone
All done and wrong
A cinder flew
Sit on the grass
my arms around my knees
Waiting to hear
what can no longer be