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Mad salvage-man of the junk yard plains, distroyer of economic images, huge iron money man with one mind and no overhead, he is the wild candelabra Church thief, he is the gleamed eyed brass watcher loving closed factories in his vision of shambles; The coastal range canyons, and the cumulus cloud vast river valley flats, where the torrents of the depossessed have devilvered their lives from the realistate darkness/into the soul of rain; Here where the wolf children howl, and the frolic of the windmoon moves one; the loveman sleeps with his sons wives: Anti-Christ stained glass salesman, purchaser of Church's for the installation of the pornographic printing press, Marryer of holy women, maker of his own deals through the direct wording of fantic laughter; Dangerous chain-saw cutter. Faller of giants. Dynamic split directions of trunk may slashingly chase down and smash the atom of a man's groin into unreturnable universes. Mystical vegtable grower. Lover of the river. Modern day calm Cain returned believer. Crop to market man now smiles at each incident of survival; while he spreads his land of Bibical space open to the refugee picker; Blood letting rug wildlife slaughterman. Clean knife cutter. Coming through pink flesh between skin and bone; as-if it were his own; Spread Bear hide hung bound across the blue air. Bent-back face-head where wind moves curled fur - Dares ancient memory to the first sculpture of man; while a city witness must scratch a deliberate cheek, as if it were swallowed up by the burried tunnel of sound in the dark hairy dead ear of the bear;