Hendrik Jackson Biography

the word that does not come to pass -
and yet, we do not go into the immanence
of a big-bellied, dark, barely
discernible life, self within self
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small cohorts bear flags eagerly on through the days up the mountain
riff-raff with the cloven hoof of avarice; while I wait for some
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the shallow breathing of power: took the throat out of us
(wheezing) on the pink painted planks (quality equipment:
over. done with.) drove us into the open, circumnavigators we
became servant masters, master servants. (standard lamp)
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I

travellings so many lights, iron doors, above us cassiopeia involuntary
reflexes blur the snapshot of the moment (shadow walls standing) -
the pulse of traffic lights switching, a letter in your side pocket you ran
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I

draught up our sleeves from the side wind, tiredness suppressing
a few half words, we moved into the colder frost-air by the rear frontage
of a distant building, a couple among the houses, at night
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