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By Jack Joseph Smith

I was crawling when I saw flowers The sting of the world Did not have a will Yet I knew it all I was a crarm Make sure that no one will ever know How easy it is to be the first to see Life on fire and form creating on it's own heard I saw ships and tunes nested close to the sea My wildness was lucky to be left alone Not bothered by rules I never formed a game When all that followsform begins f-rawyt Then life itself ends that way It is a rittle and a child thar can't speak

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

This page imagines a crawling child seeing flowers, world-sting, ships, tunes, life on fire, and form creating itself before rules take hold.

The scan-reviewed text makes the childlike distortions part of the page's argument rather than OCR damage. Words like `crarm`, `f-rawyt`, and `rittle` keep creation unstable, as if early perception sees life forming before it can speak cleanly.

Claude

'''A crawling-child creation-voice. 'I was crawling when I saw flowers.' Ships and tunes nested close to the sea, wildness lucky to be left alone, life as 'a rittle and a child that can't speck.' The misspellings preserved.'''