Time, You Have No Right

By Jack Joseph Smith

Dare wind dare- Oalliwhem my hand is over-my cheek Resting my ear: From the silence So:loud* Beforecand after the-now Dare: wind dare Resemble my agony when you think me weakened At the sight! of your voices: Over: shambles -behind ‘and longing beyond” But: ax ash dropping: slowly - In the-latecnight' with barely a-dinness above: Dave-wind ‘dare: Plead thet’.it' is you I seek When: spirit has: gone away And this-breeze-doesnot touch my spine With shivers-of saintly darkness~ Im spiritual sacrifice ~beneath Dare wind dare Flutter me: away to the floor of the déep In: a moment I am falling to- Twisted: im fearrof ghost: beams: Moving along: the-orack of a-frozen door~ Where: lies: the-shadowed ice-of terrible sin Burning. between us:

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

A defiant incantation against time's claim on memory, where wind, darkness, spiritual sacrifice, and ghostly imagery weave together a speaker falling through fear toward frozen, sinful depths.

Claude

'Time, You Have No Right' is a short incantatory lyric organized by the recurring summons 'Dare wind dare', addressed to the wind as confidant, accuser, and executioner. The title's challenge to time frames a poem of bodily stillness and dread - 'my hand is over my cheek / Resting my ear / From the silence / So loud' - where the speaker asks the wind not to 'Resemble my agony' and pleads 'it is you I seek / When spirit has gone away'. It builds toward a falling vision: 'Flutter me away to the floor of the deep', 'Twisted in fear of ghost beams', a 'frozen door' hiding 'the shadowed ice of terrible sin', and the final line 'Burning between us'. The OCR is badly degraded in places ('Oalliwhem', 'ax ash dropping', 'In spiritual sacrifice'), so this reading stays provisional where the text is unstable, but the dominant gesture - a hushed, ritual address daring the wind to confirm an inward sin - is legible throughout.