A contemporary cento made from the lyrics of Bob Dylan:

Tangled up in blue

Here comes the story of the Hurricane

From the west unto the east

It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

To be on your own, with no direction home

I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains

Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

The answer is blowin' in the wind

That Johanna's not here

When a trembling distant voice, unclear

Two riders were approaching; the wind began to howl.

And they never ask questions

"We'll meet on edges, soon, " said I, proud 'neath heated brow

Many try to stop me, shake me up in my mind,

The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face

You can take ahold of my heart with your eyes.

When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up

That Johanna's not here

It's gettin' dark, too dark to see

I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form

I've been walking forty miles of bad road

We sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny it

Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone

Behind every beautiful thing, there's been some kind of pain

And I don't even think

Oh, this feeling is still here in my heart

That Johanna's not here

It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe

Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile

Don’t wanna treat nobody like they was dirt

She said, "Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out.”

You're the queen of my flesh, girl, you're my woman, you're my delight

Now ain't the time for your tears

And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.

For now's the time for your tears

That Johanna's not here