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By Jack Joseph Smith

only two bones were jagged a lot, so that he desired A bucket or even a small cup to place under the dripping; that went on, but to his satisfaction, very slowly, slipping time the hours could not have amounted to A clot the size of an anthill. And his will, the Living thing that actually ticked to his scrutiny to live on through it faced him as his face knew the meaning of their teeth from the smashing. (when would dust come?) (when would dust come?) It came, and he went into his cave careful not to turn his back, and making sure the dripping fell on places he could later manage to clean without having to much water. But once in the shack he

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The page shifts from dripping water, damaged bones, and domestic improvisation into a waiting tension centered on dust, vigilance, and survival.

What stands out is endurance by tiny adjustments: a bucket under the drip, a cave entered without turning his back, and water saved from excess use. The repeated question about dust makes the page feel suspended in dread.

Claude

Endurance measured in tiny adjustments. 'Only two bones were jagged / a lot,' so he wants 'A / bucket or even a small cup to / place under the dripping,' which goes 'very slowly' - the hours 'could / not have amounted to A clot / the size of an anthill.' His 'will, the Living thing that / actually ticked to his scrutiny / to live on through it' confronts him as 'his face knew / the meaning of their teeth.' Suspended on the doubled refrain '(when would dust come?)' until it comes and he enters his cave 'careful not to turn / his back,' aiming the drip onto places cleanable 'without / having to much water.' This reading is provisional because the page transcript sits in the 'mixed' OCR quality band.