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By Jack Joseph Smith
Sequence II
The curl in the corner is gone without a clue
She saw it all as love talked a dingy turn
Bird like she sucked and beaked and saw
Juggle is a turning trick; I know it well
You let go before you catch, and then you
think not to touch, and then you pretend
that all is not there at all, and there
is the wish when the matter of life is
let to go
Cared not for as a garmet, or as skin,
watch a kiss blown across a stream
Two alone, North and South; East and West
By and by catching a glimpse
Dreaming oppisite directions
Until another passing of the same
When birth grows to this place again
oh how lovely
We will avoid the hurt; SHE created
the pain...