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By Jack Joseph Smith
The Gaze
Once into the four suns I saw silent with joy and sorrow shearing God away as well,
The cross of light that takes you to the end, bleak
and hurting yet has one in the knot of yourself,
For there your vision can go no further, it is watching
space come to you gigantic without love while you love it
Is there a place you can crumble before the suns turn
to moons and the elk lay down before you as graciousness
in tundra and the carraboo shimmer like myths way over
the plain and the mountains call down with litteral yelling
You can go to any city and turn your back for your own good
To loose this myajesty would for two in love
be the seperation of kiss for ever
Yes it could make that,
Surely it could do that
Why would it not
When something,
is more powerful than you