Project

Rather than posting the longer piece I e-mailed, this is an alternative project meant to be literally posted down both ends of a street. But it might work in print as one long title.

Chris

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Who Is on Fire
These Days With
The Abundance
Of Water
And Smothering

Who Walks By
Afraid Going on and On
About a Look-Alike
To Be Reading
What They Are Reading

If Mankind Is Foolish
They Live Among Fools
All Strolling Through
The Barrel Yet If Ever
There Was Beauty

Man Saw It Alone
In Cities Not of People
But Arrangement
God's Earth Not His
Not His Cross But

An Encounter
A Piece Not Carried
And Once There Was
A Man So Bottomless
He Could Create

These Complicated
Reasons
At the Top
Of the Corner
The Madness

Of Happiness
So Much Money
Goes No Distance
But Mind Runs
To the River

Who Is He Sleeping
Getting the Sun Up
Who Is He Listening
Pulling an Ear Across
His Voice

Who Did Not Need
Did Not Want
To Be Backwards
While Forwards
Ships Pass in a Drought

Who Did Not Mind
Cold Stages Curvatures
Explication
Is a Failure
Who Did Not Mind

Who Did Not Resist
Obeying Their Thrust
Cautious
Conscience
Conscious

Who Heard It Said
If Saying
Is Wanting to Be Said
To Be Heard
If Risk Is to Be Moved

To Love No Longer
To Move the Lips
Over Words
If Moving Lips
Was to Speak

Truth Itself
Walking Among Men
Amidst
The Metaphor Squall
Metaphor

Who Ran Through
Down the Wind
Given
Light Was
It Is This Half

Waiting for Truth
Waiting for Armor
To Blame Itself Together
Size Like Reason
Mime Like Action

Mind Is Over Matter
Over Everyone Else
Else Rebellion Is Set
To Be Part
Of the Peace Equation

Lazy Words
Of Tired Minds
With Wide Open Hands
On the Strands
Of a Blank Curtain

This Street Convinces
The Belly to Eat To
Promote Eating Later
Rows of Houses
In the Way of Roots

Of a Counter Heart
How Long Has It Been
Black Milk
How Long Has It Seen
Drink You at Daybreak

How Long Is a Song
We Drink You at Night
To Have Been Uttered
Play Up for the Singing
Never Before

This City of Braids
Got Loose
For Tunneling
Or for Listing Itself
Among Suits

Not Showing Its Fear
For Fear
Is a Rule Rearing
Its Top Above
All the Roofs

Anymore Man Snakes
Through the Crowd
Looking for an Eye
A Mouth a Chest
Furnace

Full of Angry Coal
Not the End
Of a Story But
The End of Something
Anymore

This Motive
Heals
Mouthfuls of Silence
But Is More Silent
Dissident

More Silent
Available as Capital
Or Clothing Products
Down the Street
Breaks a Glance Free

Walks By the Sheets
Burnt for Warmth
In Some Corners
Where Heat
Is Some Other Idea