By Jack Joseph Smith
Original Scan
AI Interpretation
The page frames love and instinct as forces that break, lengthen, and unsettle the speaker, ending with handwritten fragments that push the typed meditation toward revision or afterthought.
The poem keeps its odd spellings and phrasing close to the scan: 'My turr,' 'Think with you gut,' and the handwritten 'Goth And wot' all matter as texture. The final handwritten 'ARE, ARE NOW' changes the ending from a clean typed statement into a more immediate correction.
Time Won't Let Me. Aregious (sic) and holy — my turn never turned to your touch. Love is the last thing you know; it breaks you first and rises as you see yourself let go by. Love nature but walk away any time. Think with your gut — Hemingway good. The handwritten tail is where the feeling spills off the typed register.