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Richard Hillman
For JvSwhat is explicit is not so much the words for suffering, the cold canvas clubs and grasslander eyes in the sand fresh swarm of flies descending on the open wound we invent the cure for the common incident recall the origin and its offering slowly waiting for the car at the airport before the mind arrives - "must go" - the chairs we stacked are against the wall; returning to the installation of years, the dynamite of centuries and have turned half-blind to read from the shelves of the university library only to find the pages torn and the yellow thread of foxprints following our dogged footsteps through a labyrinth of lies and official jargon for that plane free-falling towards Lockhart River and the snow mobile in lock-up just doesn't fit the paradox PARADISE ONLY COMES ONCE before the doctor takes us screaming from the womb legs kicking at anything and everything changes from hereCopyright © Richard Hillman