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By Jack Joseph Smith

The Moment Sending more uno mas than a dog's bone; outfitting, on the street,, or on the dock, or in house A simposium of time, not just walking off, but gone as well, away, so that all is taken apart This day we do not stoop our ear, or show our window tongue,, to anyone; as we become a way to wind up for tomorrow Seeing is simple when your stoned, it just leaves,, goes away, refuses to be a part of you anymore Once again; this time truth won't tie you into a knot; We watched it all and Adam swallowed it instead Lately she was standing there waiting for the flower, The bragging says I have power and it places me alone So many without a place; the whole world on call Destitute and true as a drum beat that has sank, but for this sound that won't come back; It's not the bitch or the bastard your coming from. when your dying from love and addiction

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This draft of 'The Moment' moves from intoxicated perception and a refusal to listen toward Adamic myth, bragged power, destitution, and the collapse of love into addiction.

The corrected text shows a rough but coherent meditation on withdrawal and disassembly. The visible correction marks matter as manuscript evidence, while the typed poem itself keeps circling truth, isolation, and dependency.

Claude

The Moment — first pass. Simposium of time, walking off and gone as well. Don't stoop an ear or show your window tongue. Seeing is simple when stoned — it leaves. Adam swallowed it instead. Destitute as a drum beat that has sank. It's not the bitch or bastard you're coming from when you're dying from love and addiction.