I k now what is right to be shining clear but my shame grew red ears gave me away, my great chiefdom trivial against the woman of the headlands wno turned away on her horse, galloped through the dusl< until it was too darl< to see. Without vision do things still exist? Perhaps there were no obstacles she and the unfailing Arab floating off together into the black In the morning she returned. without me. The ambivalent early hours hair frizzled with dew, her beautiful dirty face heedless. Dust turns to mud in the tardy rain a tiny river in the vale between her two breasts and I don’t know what to do.
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Jack's father was a cartoonist penning round heads, wavy foreheads. Jack was born on a funny page. That is, the page was odd. A cartoon pregnancy is not a disgrace his mother wasn't there when the thought bubble broke open and he was born which was odd-and also funny: Born of_ thought-they assume it's the father giving birth. masculine Round page call a womb pregnancy a disgrace. His circling back to the beginning. mother wasn't there. Firecrackers and whistles.