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By Jack Joseph Smith

On both sides Talking to terror Your guns are not, your soul If we need to get away,. say, we can crawl out of there: and leave the guns behind The guns are not paintings This time they are all around; no picking on anybody, about that one We can get them again; Anyway we turn right down the road See what I mean? This is why violence is not the soul snow peddles And RAIN fAll, All THE Handle'n stuff too, from the sky, it's ALright, it Might hurt you or MAKE you FEEL FROZEN good PEOPLE but it is still the sky Said ALot About gravity But Not Altitude

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AI Interpretation

GPT

The page rejects violence as soul while stable handwritten overlays turn the argument toward snow peddles, RAIN fAll, frozen feeling, the sky, gravity, and not altitude.

The gun argument insists that weapons can be left behind and recovered while violence itself is not the soul. The weather passage shifts the page toward exposure: snow, rain, the sky, hurt, FEEL FROZEN, good PEOPLE, and the insistence that it is still the sky before the turn to gravity and altitude. The page moves from political terror into environmental pressure.

Claude

The poem opens as a meditation on violence and its instruments, insisting that your guns are not your soul and that one can crawl out of there and leave the guns behind, framing weapons as external objects rather than essential identity. The second movement shifts abruptly to weather: snow and rain may hurt or MAKE you FEEL FROZEN, yet still belong to the sky. The closing distinction between gravity and altitude uses the physical pull of weather and guns alike to gesture at forces deeper than the objects themselves.