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By Jack Joseph Smith

The arua around an empty field Men-matching brains in a den The soul whem you want another to win The post where wanderer's lean There in-seconds staying a child while going away When finding out that a star is not one thing but @ choice is No one leaves, sunk inside the spirit or soring away from it You don?t have to pass it it over Make a blessing or give a hug It thinks for you first It goes across the lights And twirls over the floor

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An aura over an empty field becomes a quick intelligence that blesses wanderers, thinks before we do, and moves across lights and floors without ever truly leaving spirit.

The field, den, and leaning post make the poem feel communal even while it speaks of inward life. Wanting another to win is one of the clearest signs of soul here, a generosity that arrives before speech or ritual. The unnamed force does not need blessing or embrace because it is already active, crossing lights and twirling over the floor like thought given motion.

Claude

'Aura around an empty field,' brains matching in a den, wanting another to win, wanderers leaning at the post. Star as choice again. Spirit thinks for you first, crosses the lights, twirls on the floor.