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By Jack Joseph Smith

And that is about it inside this last Tumbler My friends go to school Each tri mester We try and stay atop the one thousand that don't get hit Our fingers are on the count Like SHOE LACES UP around his new shoes Tearing the rivers and the tides away and VALLEY'S AWAY Splitting our own deserts and bringing our mountains All of us Even if we are one Who has never been SEE to the other

Original Scan

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AI Interpretation

GPT

The typed poem sounds like a collective school or social poem, while the handwritten additions keep dragging it toward a rougher, more local demand to look.

The orderly typed lines are repeatedly broken open by later speech. `Like SHOE LACES UP around his / new shoes` turns the count into a bodily image, and the restored `SEE` makes the final interruption an explicit command rather than a smooth conclusion.


Claude

A collective attrition poem fitted into the figure of a 'Tumbler': friends 'go to school / Each tri mester', and 'We try and stay atop / the one thousand that / don't get hit'. Vigilance is bodily and rough - 'Our fingers are on the count / Like SHOE LACES UP / new shoes' - as the land itself is wrenched: 'Tearing the rivers / and the tides away / and VALLEY'S AWAY / Splitting our own deserts / and bringing our mountains'. The restored handwritten 'SEE' breaks the typed voice open at the end, 'Even if we are one / Who has never been / SEE / to the other'. This reading remains provisional because substantial handwritten additions are unresolved; source case and spellings are preserved as written.