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By Jack Joseph Smith

Sudderr Finished like a file Complete as a rule Done with master's vile A child dragged without a clue Kissing a gem or a stone Quiet as something fast beneath Saying were we ever alone County after county was our reach Seaming old cloth, isn’t shallow talk Om the highway with love and hate and worry Still as you move toward the edge you eam disinbark 49 After what it amounts to there is no hurry ot kit's over now,, and not thought about =

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Compressed and elusive, the poem turns rule, speed, touch, and distance into a record of sudden change that never fully explains itself.

Claude

The poem moves too fast to explain itself. Rule, speed, touch, and distance register as sudden change, and the refusal to narrate that change is the poem's statement about what experience actually feels like.