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By Jack Joseph Smith
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their pretense would be part of their livings Nothing seems different to then,
Their minds have wondered through it all And look at the world calling them
unintelligints wee have we done to our imaginations? God, it's a long long
way back to a foreign master, and I am remembering my childhoods It just’ reached
out and ghabbed’me by the throat and moved its fingers up into my haire Is
uncombed agains So caught am I in my living pain of image; Yes, + am, more than
alle “No lies Papa Yoes Youredead now; How long ago? Maybe a years It was raining,
Yeasra black day with unbrellfas hovering over stone of faces and landmarks, 4
Who cared? The Bishop did, Ha ha, I am really laughing, .and Dani is turnings
I see his face clearly in the dim blues 1 have made the desision to wander within
the bounds my inmagination, can not touch, Please let more come home to me now as
f walk to him; We have no ener we have chosen this symbol, That which can
not be touched; that whieh can not be seen, that which can not be related, It has
been five years; yet the world pretended to see us together in the same inviornenté
We spilled out the same lies together, but refused to speak to each other about its
My laughter ig so high and he is smiling, The reminissence of an era nither eats
saw is epproachings The darkness must be kissed, Where have we been? The laughter
is tovhigh and now I must touch him, ,
Hellog , ;
Hello, Michael;
Hello, hello Danifas
What?
And at once, what’ are we doing here? This laughter is attractive and attracting,.
we once again said togethers
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