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By Jack Joseph Smith

The Wall The shear of the shadow cuts my paper heart From the parapit it stretches Strieght before me All along the infinate wall Nothing wraps around me and I can not wrap around it as if it wern't another It just continues it's line of grayishness Darkness further with its latitude than the Sun

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AI Interpretation

GPT

A shadow shears a paper heart from a parapit and runs along an infinate gray wall whose darkness stretches on a latitude the sun cannot overtake.

The paper heart is fragile enough to be cut by shadow alone, so the wound is optical and emotional at once. From the parapit, the wall becomes less an object than an endless line of gray extending past any embrace or enclosure. Darkness gains its own latitude here, outstripping the sun like a geography of estrangement.


Claude

The Wall extends a shadow's shear across a paper heart and refuses to let the image resolve. The wall is infinate, grayishness continues, darkness travels further in latitude than the Sun. The page is about the one thing you can't get around by moving.