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By Jack Joseph Smith

| Gone The window wind blows the paper I am looking down at keys And the world is not around And exquisit instrument Battered and old | Very good when it clicks sound | That you do not know Sunnenly retreived Not the record either Or a blow through the hall You think it is all done | This war and all It takes me five minutes to get to the street

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AI Interpretation

GPT

"Gone" turns paper, keys, and an old clicking instrument into a brief enclosure where war feels finished until the body has to descend back to the street.

The poem is absorbed by small mechanical things, as if attention to keys and sound can temporarily erase the world. That battered instrument matters because it offers retrieval without full understanding, something recovered but not explained. The last line breaks the spell by measuring the distance back into public life, where "this war and all" is still waiting.

Claude

Gone: wind blowing paper, looking down at keys, world not around. Battered and old exquisit instrument, five minutes to get to the street.