By Jack Joseph Smith
Original Scan
AI Interpretation
This page turns return, silence, swoon, belief-shift, one-of-a-kind thinking, and the final claim of mind into a bleak reflection on what remains.
The corrected transcript gives the page a cleaner argumentative progression. It starts with life and return, then narrows until thought itself becomes territorial: not your mind, but mine.
An untitled, hard-edged address that narrows from cosmic claim to ownership. It opens 'I'm all of life, your life' and notes 'There are not many places to come back from,' then renders a wordless parting - 'She did not say a thing / From the sky to the street' - where one line drops a whole fall. The middle counsels silence after seeing 'belief / in the world shift,' and turns scornful: 'Don't think that anybody / is one of a kind,' 'Your a fool if you think / anything will be left.' It ends on a bare proprietary verdict, 'It is not your mind; / It is mine,' claiming thought itself as territory. Source spelling 'dohe' and 'Your' kept verbatim.