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By Jack Joseph Smith
Ego
I did not see myself
any different
when I walked across the sky
Tumbling from linen
to the stars
should be recognizable
I saw death coming down
How excited I was
to go beyond it
The mistake of looking widely
To misunderstand certain places
Yes, eeratude, later
is abstract
Go see the end of the wind
Protect yourself, ignore laughter
Find A resting PLACE