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By Jack Joseph Smith
senses became. Their approach was pushing against
an unidentified force his body was feeling desper-
ate about entering. Passing through the last East
side grove of trees, and into a glen laid before
the continuance of more trees running West, their
tops moving like upblown drapes from an undercurr-
ent of breeze, Prankster's immediate attention was
directed toward a wire-framed man. His face was all
raw bones and it felt to Prankster that this was a
man of a kind of desolate-power drawing it out of an ob-
scured rock hidden from the average-man by a nature
demanding the same obscurity from the doveish soul,
that the rock had from the sighs of cosmopolitan wor-
ship. Not an abstract gem, but a blazen rock whose
function it was to blind rather than tantalize; and
the man's continence was fixed as the trees to the
figure of the snake; as though he were limp through
long periods wasting no energy for the time to be
coiled;
The man rose. (Surged) The sockets of his eyes set
into the swirling cast iron platter of his face, he
appeared as an invitation to the dizzy fall exper-
ienced at the acceptance of doom. The place where
the body is all heavyness, and the hollowed out
continuing as below the