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By Jack Joseph Smith

Caspian A lady of a big lake bent in a curve, past the stars is a glimmer from the bottom she looks daylight as each fist part of the night Watch twigs in the balance turn and treat you different so slight, it works, nearly underneath, small, As opposed to huge. I have watched Everything crawl crawl, I have crawled as fighter getting away, And I have been asked to crawl when my life didn't depend on it.

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This page begins in a distant, almost mythic lake-image and then shifts into a harsher meditation on crawling, scale, and survival.

The page's movement is what matters most. It opens with the title 'Caspian' and a broad, outward scene, but the handwritten continuation drags everything downward into vulnerability and bodily effort. Twigs, smallness, crawling, and dependence all replace the earlier large-scale image, making the page feel like a collapse from vista into ordeal.