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By Jack Joseph Smith

I had not lost anything yet, and there was no way of knowing about losing it all Those drapes billowed right to the molding, teasing to their sills, Fauldner's, "the shadow of the sash," came to mind Tipping as a young fellow, silence is not deaf Great big natural glass Stretched as if they grew as grass right out to you Easy to see, that short stoops were a way into riches

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GPT

This continuation of 'Chandelier' turns billowing drapes, Fauldner's sash, silence, natural glass, grass, stoops, and riches into a visual education before loss.

The corrected spacing lets the page move as a single visual sequence. The speaker is still young enough to read architecture as invitation, before knowing what losing it all will mean.

Claude

This continuation of 'Chandelier' is poised on the edge of innocence: 'I had not lost anything yet, and / there was no way of knowing about / losing it all.' The lit windows of the wealthy billow 'right / to the molding,' summoning 'Fauldner's, / the shadow of the sash.' The 'Great big natural glass' seems to grow toward the walker 'as grass,' and the brief verdict -- 'that short stoops / were a way into riches' -- reads exposed affluence as a near-touchable invitation.