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By Jack Joseph Smith
Keeping Your Mouth Shut
A chance at vision
Let it come to you
When you do it you won't quit on any terms
All these days it was there and you iginored it
The questions, the abstractions, the absolutes
Wild as a boxer's skill,
to fend them off
The tips of the mountains I took
To fend them off
Still entitled as art,,
like native thread
You do not stop
what you have seen
Independant as dance
There are no comparisions
with being alone