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By Jack Joseph Smith

WARNING Worry Sucide is a place, beginning, makes no sence, or institualized catch, or possibly not watching the wind,, not necessarily watching the billow grow,, the star as the rock you pick up and do the dirt and make it fun with your mother, there is a glimmer there, when you don't have to give back, no matter where you were The demon is not a spirit, the demon is like God, never seperate, easy to recognize The Holy Ghoast is individual to all things The comfort of death goes both ways And if you can't look dowm in a proper way Then sand hides and soil grows

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

"Worry" treats "Sucide" less as an act than as a terrain where childhood dirt, divine doubleness, and the strange comfort of death all meet.

The poem's logic is deliberately unstable, but it keeps circling the same unsettling insight: death can feel consoling and intimate rather than remote. The handwritten WARNING above the title sharpens that alarm before the typed poem begins. Memories of making dirt "fun" with the mother place tenderness inside the same field as dread, while the demon being like God collapses moral categories into a single presence that is always near.

Claude

Worry (first pass) treats sucide as a place, not an act, mingled with the demon, God, and the Holy Ghoast. The comfort of death goes both ways is the structural pivot.