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By Jack Joseph Smith

Chandelier It does not fall; maybe rich and poor in my mind have a common place with God and the stars that have clashed in the universe I am in the Autumn of nineteen sixty three Kennedy is almost dead, and I have been to Alaska Walking from the Goodman Institute, slanting off Rush Street, through the neighborhoods, in the early evening, approaching Old Town Chicago There the drapes were not drawn Pulled rather way back Thresholds away like an open door

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This later Chandelier state returns to autumn 1963, Alaska, Old Town Chicago, and the open-threshold image, again holding class, cosmology, and historical anxiety in one room.

The repetition suggests this was a durable memory. The page feels like a private doorway into a whole era.

Claude

'''Full 'Chandelier' master version: 'It does not fall; maybe rich and poor in my mind have a common place with God and the stars that have clashed in the universe.' Kennedy almost dead, Alaska in the rear view.'''