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By Jack Joseph Smith

Less and less is part of the way Walking one way or the other, it is hard to stand in the middle Keen to things Walking out the door of dulusion The screems of drawing you back The brand new trees, no matter of the season,, the sky that is not still anymore,. the balance on the brick, the places guessed slipery go to dance,. the immagin ation of distant places is upon you; the sturop sinks and settels as not a gallop but a set,, and everr if you don't have a hat, you have tippeé to be gone

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The speaker moves out of delusion into a world of unstable balance, where trees, bricks, stirrups, and distant places all push him toward departure.

The page feels like a leaving poem, but not a clean one, since every step forward is met by screams trying to pull the speaker back. Its riding imagery matters because the motion never becomes a full gallop; it is controlled, settling, almost ceremonial. The tipped hat at the end makes disappearance look courteous and final at once.

Claude

Less and less: walking out the door of dulusion, the screems drawing you back. The stump sinks and settles as not a gallop but a set, and even if you don't have a hat, you have tipped to be gone.