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By Jack Joseph Smith

In the silent swimming of night is the presence of sight beyond seeing light beyond dreaming Mormore veils of mist for these eyes Falteringly clear We fight, we flee, we cleanse The time is now The bow to bend The image is seen in the mirror But I am me.

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GPT

A handwritten night poem moves from sight beyond seeing through cleansing and urgency to a mirror image that still leaves the speaker insisting, "But I am me."

The poem treats perception as something more than ordinary vision: night, mist, and mirror all blur the self, but the closing line reasserts identity. The omitted struck line would have made consolation too easy; the active text keeps the pressure on action and self-recognition.


Claude

A short handwritten lyric links night, veils of mist, struggle, and a mirror before ending with the speaker asserting selfhood.

The page is inward and ceremonial. Its repeated sight imagery pushes toward revelation, but the result is plain and stubborn: after fighting, fleeing, and cleansing, the speaker remains themselves.