Kerouac jack with all these words, chariots from the heavens, from many. Pharaohs from sun igniting many heavens, fields of words, plainly. When the wind lifts the sand, the sand hits the eye. Lowell hovers in a past. a small textile manu facturing planet, a mill. The Merrimack River in north eastern Massachusetts, about thirty miles north of downtown Boston, placed just so. Someone calls for an advance. Plows use caution. Pyramids form perfectly, practically, for the space of death left by roadsides. A line forms from point to no point and light’s farther end
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