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By Jack Joseph Smith
Loss Of The Sun
Time an place didn't make a differance
The rifle he was pulling had a feeling
and it was watching, colors mixed and brushed
Yes all of her he saw, even with her trying
She just happened to be a Moon on film
Police were on their way to kill her anyway
Needing to be exqusit with terror and tongue:
There as a thread, the quick comfort of violence done
Either or
Once to begin with no to straw and gold
No to the dream called the same
It is the rejection of sorrow
Tougher than any two strong trees you've seen
Exactly on this Earth this movement
at the right time, thought good enough,
A trick on the way to knowing, and no one is held to it
Only death makes God longer against the Sun
Housing or shade or Both still alone