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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

Original Scan

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This cleaner state of 'The Moment' follows perception as it leaves under intoxication, then turns toward Adamic swallowing, lonely power, destitution, and love experienced through addiction.

The verified punctuation and removed ink-mark artifact make this read as a refined duplicate of page 126. Its images now cohere around disappearance, isolation, and a damaged search for truth.

Claude

The Moment, second pass — nearly identical to 126 with slightly tighter punctuation. The speaker is typing the same meditation again, refining commas and knots. Evidence of the manuscript's habit of repeat-drafts.