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By Jack Joseph Smith
the action he was speeding through. His position on
the move was forefront. But somehow the sharp sound
traveling from booms could give him judgement about
the outwardness of appearance, as if the hour glass
might be switched for a new recording of time by a
hand on another perceptual demention outside the du-
ality of a universe coned by structure to the one
sum of many.
The booms ceased, and from his moments of looking
down, he was snapped, like by the cowlick of his ha-
ir, back up face against the sun. He recognized that
his psychic was gaining an aliveness to the sun's
immense intensity, while his nervious system used to
a particular sensation from color, demanded an urge-
ment from him on to heat. Sensations of new existance
were becoming his immediate goal for life. Now he was
noticing changes in absolute silence; The sun was sh-
immering with him, spreading down. It would expand to
piece embrace of him, and then curve back to exact
degrees. This sway of the sun in and out of hour glass
form gave a correspondence to his body mutual in mot-
ion with the round rays of light. The sun seemed to
be leaving its law of circles, so that concentration
could only remain with glows. But suddenly the sun spun
in form, like the shape of a lasso, it spun down and