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By Jack Joseph Smith

Sound as The willow wind winds itg way with wonder This is the way to see a tree with hesitence There crossed with clouds we are damaged with thought It is eglastic with prineipe, never a way to Fowere Kiss the tip of all of tongues as we speak, our breast, is not necessarily. our notiom, whem asked for it, getting it is as good as God; that is why the universe: speeks stars to change; amd just as good, head strong,, keeping the same; to speak about great things,, isn't necessarily: easy, but to krmow lost arty. and turmed away gum parrels is hard Whem the: chips are downy, watch the broneo stop im the sum watch the cowboy lay his hat down, and say nothing, about who has wor Watch your daughters heart bleed as a child,. stand back as youaccept hell through the door Kiss your ground ocassioned to guilt,, be Steve Me Queen, lay: low like a jerk,, whatever moderr takes; listem to the last of sounds, they say dom't be takened away, Qld and hard and heavy, rot to be mistakem for kedene ri Glass through which wonder makes time) SBE was se, FB Cr Cp? a explosive, than fam AEs 5 Rocked oma little stream I aw small now All yet a sound

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Sound becomes a way of receiving wonder, guilt, speech, cowboy silence, and cosmic change without reducing them to explanation.


Claude

Sound precedes understanding. The poem receives wonder, guilt, speech, and cosmic change through the ear before the mind can organize them into meaning.