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By Jack Joseph Smith

Each Second The loss of fear is a child The quiet, the reach, the belief Is mild with vision and disregard See our terms where we began Living as leaves all the world over Where seasons connection, swivel change into one thought See you in summer, is a winter for you; from one child to another Red sky at night, sailors delight Red sky in morning, sailors warning All children know in visitation Across the playground in primary, Custody is not a call, rather a soldier's sin for each child knows the need to witness

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

This page links fear, children, seasons, visitation, and custody into a wider argument about what the young are forced to witness.

The scan-verified page feels socially charged beneath its lyric surface. The sailor sayings and seasonal turns give it an old-weather wisdom, but the closing lines pull that wisdom into the world of children, custody, and divided households.

Claude

'The loss of fear is a child' sets the page's logic: fearlessness, seasons, and the folk weather rhyme ('Red sky at night, sailors delight') are all forms of inherited knowing 'from one child to another'. The harsh turn comes at the close, where 'Custody is not a call, rather a soldier's sin', binding the child's 'need to witness' to adult conflict. This reading remains provisional because the page transcript is partial and OCR-uncertain, mixing a typed core with recovered handwritten edits.