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By Jack Joseph Smith

Seed No will went against the plan: The swift was not the now anymore. Seaweed seemed quick Curled ages beyond your before- Off a three-hundred mile-storm How the shadows grew down from the Sun cleaning up the flashes Paper watched with design Changed into damn-it On the way to the basket Simple that some metor of high sea coast night Knew that certain clouds would place-places in all the worms I went for in the morning dew; a lady, a head strong goat answered The questions of dusk hereafter a no went in tongue-kill intellectual taste against the plan that was finding enterance- at the God Damned end When the infiant got out defined? Due to a half assed industral day I believe that most of the fractions Seen in the immediate lean Were going to the sum

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

'Seed' — a difficult storm-and-growth poem where seaweed, shadow, basket, goat, and fractions all move toward a 'God Damned end.'

Even after cleanup the page remains textually unstable, but the main movement is clear: emergence is described as rough, coastal, and violent rather than fertile or serene. The title turns growth into ordeal, not promise.

Claude

'Seed' — a difficult storm/plant poem with ages of seaweed, a goat answering dusk, 'the plam that was: finding enterance — at the God Damned end.'

Hard OCR surface but the gist is legible: the page narrates growth as arriving at a damned end. Keeping the OCR surface oddities is honest to the page; this one may be a candidate for a re-transcription pass.