Through the Veil With Dylan

He walked like a rumor the stars believed,

a hymn in boots, by shadows weaved.

Spoke in riddles, drew in sand—

never stayed long in any land.

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So I let the pixel fall where it must,

guided by silence, carried by trust.

Not every line needs to be known—

some truths bloom best when left alone.

He hummed to ghosts, to saints, to trees,

held conversations with the breeze.

A soul in motion, never owned—

just passing through, always alone.