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By Jack Joseph Smith

Cut Loose When the shoots rang out on my heel I thought I was just playing basketball When in the yard I was brought down And I hadn't even had the ball Back up, do you think we will make the universe This question haunts Karma, and what is western Has no vivid reverse, like change in a car buyers now see ahead of its time The will has chosen its own means The line Like running directly to your wave Or away from your prey

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The poem "Cut Loose" moves from "shoots" ringing out during basketball into questions of Karma, the universe, time, will, and predator-prey motion.

The page starts in a scene of bodily shock and quickly widens into metaphysical questioning. Its title frames the speaker as severed from ordinary play, moving between impact, fate, and pursuit.

Claude

"Cut Loose" begins with a violent interruption of basketball and expands into questions about Karma, time, will, waves, and prey.

The poem converts a sudden fall into cosmic speculation. Its uneven phrasing gives the page a jolted rhythm, as if thought is trying to catch up with impact.