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By Jack Joseph Smith

The Hand Of The Gun All is perfection Only other death on the ridge Need is the subject So all is as well as the weather This of course is not to mention our mention of our particular cross Then there is a ring Which is not a bell While we were singing Even writing home It is gone now We are left a dream And it is it it it Void as it seems I am the best I have ever been

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

This faded duplicate of "The Hand Of The Gun" repeats the page 245 sequence of perfection, death, weather, cross, ring, song, dream, void, and self-claim.

The repetition matters as manuscript evidence. Once the OCR noise is removed, the page reads less like a new poem than a parallel draft preserving the same pressure points and the same stuttering insistence on 'it it it.'

Claude

The Hand Of The Gun, fourth pass — near-identical to 245 with small punctuation shifts. A sequence of facing drafts shows the author's method: repeat, tighten, hold the it it it stutter as the fixed ratchet.