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By Jack Joseph Smith

The Slightest Thought If amd when power is there, and I don't even know what that is, but I know It"'s funny, Imagine me being a baby to thee While also I am too sick to intercourse thee No one leaves the road, once your on its; we all know that The silence you hear about, insidesthe stones of old books All the same like child and flag Of course not I knew all of this, but I can't remember Life is perfect with the loss of the mind ~ Stils and tightropes, clowns and gatherings Shyness as the bitter part of war, one to another; suddenly your frame is a giant, with nothing to do

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Power, sickness, war, silence, and old books are held together by a comic-strange voice that keeps enlarging and destabilizing the self.

Claude

The self keeps enlarging and destabilizing — power, sickness, war, silence, and old books all become versions of the speaker, who cannot settle on a single identity because each new claim undoes the last.