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By Jack Joseph Smith

The Transcending Need I pray may a tree bring me liriodendron With the silence of why om the limbs of our time Immortality lmows-the axe and mass lied sigh Though, so as night leaves crieh the wolf Halls have been fired from war : While other-power: textured rooms flickered from gentle Plane and the same appearance of the unexplained | Comes moderm= in pre=planned horrorable crusades ~ As, within times of self vision. Lurks the action named LUNGE™ Yet with what:is felt © through the arch=myth of assurance: from nostalgic:old eyes that see- I will stay watching my pieces. to be carried away- To the light« ~- though black at the begiming of its glow = @ giving - And with transference The truth in extention Will clear temptation not of the solid heart: To listen through the ear of the real world ell Urtil this sound does tumnel the silent brain For the forgiveness:cf sins From the silver ‘in insanities bell” SEEN TO RING And as the Requiem Hym is forbearance of the cliff Straining above that valley~ deeper ‘than the absolute below The highness that has bended the soul” will place ‘the-I out of time . on the holy ghost that spaces: wind Now, the plow and the angel ; Lean on the naked inbetween of loss and gain And my ‘bones sing for the soil Into it sensing dust to dust While the particles of whet has risen becomes; the simple man's reliance toward burning stars

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AI Interpretation

GPT

A prayer-like meditation moves from war, rupture, and inner assault toward burial, forgiveness, and a stubborn faith in renewal.

The language keeps lifting ordinary materials into visionary symbols: tree, axe, wolf, bell, plow, angel, bones, and soil all share the same spiritual pressure. Violence and modern crusades appear beside the speaker's resolve to keep watching the self break apart and be carried toward light that begins in blackness. By the end, dust, wind, and burning stars turn death into a severe kind of reliance rather than simple defeat.

Claude

'The Transcending Need': a long, densely-imaged prayer built out of trees, axes, crusades, insanity bells, and ghosts.

The poem keeps the prayer form but refuses the single speaker's humility — it uses a crowded cosmology instead, where every line borrows from a different register (botanical, military, liturgical). 'The plow and the angel / Lean on the naked inbetween of loss and gain' is the sentence that holds the rest together; loss and gain are not alternatives but the ground both plow and angel work. The closing return to dust is a traditional image deployed in distinctly untraditional sentences.