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By Jack Joseph Smith
For Something he remained true. Even when betrayed
by this way untruth - senseless to reply. Objection. The
chair creaked and moved. Separation. Thought. The other
side of the wall - he could hear the sound
take form. Water pushing through the cracks.
Between the boards, the color diffused itself -
horizon of the carpenter's eye. The Sensation of
Sight - the eye caught in a circle cutting itself
along the edge. Become in motion. And those
outside - just on the other side kept him from
falling. Aside. This there was no one -
that was the only thing that bothered
him.