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a new way of looking at... writings >> jacque coulardeau >> davis - 1 |
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And he looked right and he saw Laurence And he looked left and he saw Terence And in front of him he saw Stephens And there and here someone else someone more A face anonymous and placid amorphous and tacit A face with a nose and two eyes with a pose and two lies One for him and one for the world And the pose for the comfort of the mind He had tried hard to break the lurid frontlights to jump into the dark pit of the tenderfooted neophytes The vertigo of a mosquito Attracted by the bite The fervid taste of blood And the pounding grind of the slap That will forever stop the flight Of the buzzing nuisance To a sad inacceptance The clown was standing in front of his audience And then all of a sudden The bright imagination beam Takes in its tight spot the face Of what among others that is more and yet nothing more that is for an instant and already no more |