Reynolds and Midway 52

another Marlboro he sd and we were still

chuffed and chaffinch-fluttery flattering Clint

all six4 and that extry arm, the hard arm, black

or blue, a 44 or 5 of something magnificently

Magnum, and Tuco: he with his teeth white as

that which sent rushing past the silky curtains

brings the blueprinteddiagramd recipe for

jaws and choppers, tongue for slaw and speech,

bone and marrow, hair and twenty digits

which, with flicks of wrists and rules of thumbs

all carefully compacted apprehended

and remembered, we go icarusing upward

and carouselambling outward outnumbered|

Reynolds? Reynolds? where art thou, Reynolds?

sd Midway, tuning in to the yellowhammering

silence, hey, and he stands at that gate that hangs

agape and squeaks, the frontier of white stone?

Whitestone? now Hall's white apples echoecho,

did he find her, hoping, hands... predecessor...s

ancestors, yes, foreclosure, for themselves, for

closure, close is good, withdrawal, with-

drawing, leadership? Really, says Midway, not

me leaving, I was abominable? No, I was about

to say. Was I? Sorry, so sorry, I am mixed up, 

Conditional. I don't understand conditional. 

Explain. The word was going to be confused

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