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By Jack Joseph Smith
took long moments, endured to
the actor maybe, or getting
out of the personal body.
He deepened with grief;
wanted to leave it, changed
his course in sudden moment
after sudden moment, and climed
exactly into the grip of his
stomach that was carrying him
a little furthe toward dis-
truction.
A dog walked in front of him; it
was on the street. Sick people were
yelling at their trained Bolonia children.
The sun was sharp; it came through
the dirt clouds and blinded away
eyes without shades; thick green
shades. He had lost his. Maybe the
police took them the last time
he was with them.
No water, cement, cement, no
water.