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By Jack Joseph Smith

He went across the street; Avoided the stoplight, and continued; There in the dark down by the sea. There he laughed at his ghost, and decided not to run; He turned walking into neon. The glaze was like nuclear Rio De Janero. The coming morning when the sun broke; A crazy clear; Gray cement, blue sky. Later as he walked toward the city another glaze was appearing at its ceiling and then falling as yellow dust. Strange sky; The cement now and then, both of street and dwelling, pillers and factories electiotronic, an color red, a color of orange. The evening; walking back over the last hump of street to the beach; A red sun, also a brown orange of sand and inspecting light; He watched the big ball go down, watched the intensity of it spread nature at the end of the crumbling sound of Los Angeles? The sun was going extreamly fast, and it sank; He turned and went back up over the hump ag- ain to visit O'Mahonie's; The Cornel sat at the last table to the far right of the bar as Animal entered; Looking up he smiled, and Animal also broadly. He re- cognized an excellent position of matter in time with his own space when he saw one. "Well, the Animal," said the Cornel.

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AI Interpretation

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The page treats Los Angeles as a changing glaze of colour and surface before returning Animal to the bar, where companionship and local ritual offer a temporary center.

City, beach, dust, sunset, and barroom greeting all belong to the same emotional weather. Animal moves through spectacle without fully trusting it, but recognition from the Cornel still registers as a real form of belonging. The page makes Los Angeles shimmer between physical landscape and social ritual.

Claude

Animal crosses the night street 'down by the sea', laughs 'at his ghost', and decides 'not to run', turning 'walking into neon' where 'The glaze was like nuclear Rio De Janero'. The page cycles a full L.A. day as shifting color - dawn's 'Gray cement, blue sky', noon's falling 'yellow dust' over 'pillers and factories electiotronic', and a 'red sun' going down 'extreamly fast' at 'the crumbling sound of Los Angeles'. He climbs 'back up over the hump' to O'Mahonie's, where the Cornel sits at the far table and greets him: 'Well, the Animal'.