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By Jack Joseph Smith

Clensed, This was the way WE wanted the Earth Scattered with what WE would rid ourselves of There where there is no line through the oval No curve noticed before the beyond We wanted ourselves in ashes equally, So that almost as good as this Earth, is the slaughter While only sight can get to the magical rocks "While when I was a child I wanted to be the Saint, with the sword" Above the Bible, literally in the clouds; Those on fire worshiped equally, with the ones in peace Dence is the population of the mind Therefore slash through all obsticals For that one view of yourself

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

This revised page keeps reworking purity, childhood, sight, and slaughter into one unstable creed, but the restored corrections make its argument more deliberate.

The updated text reads less like OCR noise and more like active revision. The repeated `WE`, the correction to `oval`, and the shift to `is the slaughter` all make the page feel like a poem arguing with itself about collective desire, violence, and sanctity rather than merely sketching them.

Claude

A second draft of Clensed. Same architecture, slightly different seams, the slaughter alongside earth, the child saint with sword, fire and peace both worshiped. The poet is sculpting the same figure.