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CHAR No world but this one brought to the skin’s restless edge set us off roads slipped by endlessly toward some distant city quickened the delight we couldn’t take in the transition from peace to war an impression of so much held back overflowed in sight of wanted so badly to let go the light that burns our shaken remains— Kenneth E. Harrison, Jr. Untitled, 2014, Oil on Canvas, 34.5 x 45 cm by ETEL ADNAN - Courtesy of Galerie Lelong, Photo by Fabrice Gibert 55
ORCHARD Given a river last I saw you given the sun a quarter of a century later an orchard never comes to grief so early in the day the hills lit with age a feeling of having dreamt emerges an impression of ourselves defining the appearance of birds flatters us into a kind of belief we live unshorn how grass breathes the shadow of a hedge— Kenneth E. Harrison, Jr. THE LOST MEN In our viewing area in the many windows a city’s solitary men like veins of an eye filled with blood watch flat-screens hoping now & again tomorrow is better right before bed shuffling into kitchens we’ve always liked those little trash cans when you step on it the lid flips open— Kenneth E. Harrison, Jr. 156
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CHAR<br />
No world but this one brought to <strong>the</strong> sk<strong>in</strong>’s restless edge set us off<br />
roads slipped by endlessly toward some distant city<br />
quickened <strong>the</strong> delight we couldn’t take <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> transition<br />
<strong>from</strong> peace to war an impression of so much held back<br />
overflowed <strong>in</strong> sight of wanted so badly to let go<br />
<strong>the</strong> light that burns our shaken rema<strong>in</strong>s—<br />
Kenneth E. Harrison, Jr.<br />
Untitled, 2014, Oil on Canvas, 34.5 x 45 cm<br />
by ETEL ADNAN - Courtesy of Galerie Lelong, Photo by Fabrice Gibert<br />
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