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By Jack Joseph Smith
Thought
fanomial aspect of fire, The ingulfing
The taking without quench, this is thought
The times not told about, the licence of gossip
Now you see, to late to hurt
Acknowledgement as steady as iron, the force, the hammer
clear your dangerous and obnoxious brain,
it is clear that you are alone;
its containment is never being done
singles nothing, whitchcraft,
or taking your job, you don't care,
humor is not snide, joy is going on
Make every trail a wilderness place
Nature will reach the city as a grace
Don't let the end take you apart
Stare down like rain the violent
As strong as the old, good as country lace
The masters are dead when they become our youth
Men keep the keys when there farm is taken from them
Thought is the period where there is no ground for assult
Eyes in the ice are what you already know by instinct
Courousness is first and leaves you last
Give the rest a chance,
it's your thought