Page 42
By Jack Joseph Smith
Everything is given back
From the dirt
The Sun and the Dusk
Your inbetween
Empty so well
As if you could be in the air
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AI Interpretation
GPT
This brief lyric imagines identity as something suspended between earth and air, dirt and dusk, emptiness and lift.
The page is small but airy. It moves from burial and dusk toward a strangely calm sense of inbetween-ness, as if emptiness itself might become a form of hovering.