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Lindeman, Jack
JACK LINDEMAN INERTIA My grievance grows, birds falling like rain, something happening that will not happen, for the sky being heavy upon fragile wishes breeds infinite cracks in the slate...
...JACK LINDEMAN INERTIA My grievance grows, birds falling like rain, something happening that will not happen, for the sky being heavy upon fragile wishes breeds infinite cracks in the slate of plans...
...I could go here, go there, but finding this threat of fragments is already like a blueprint of undecipherable zigzags, I resign myself to a monotony of eyeballs staring indifferently towards the continent of a cloud...
Vol. 102 • November 1975 • No. 18
