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To death and night and all that draws a line
In time – what ties to stone our names
And dates – what pulls at earth with rusty cry
And rips the frozen hinges off the sky. ~Job, Korrektiv
Joel, dear shooting star, shot across the blue sky above the
pines on his day, pulled from earth with ‘rusty cry’. He ‘rips the frozen hinges off the sky.’
Another friend of the unloved and loveless he
taught himself to play and sing about warming frozen hearts and souls--something he did all the time.
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