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By Jack Joseph Smith

Clensed This is the way we wanted the Earth Scattered with what we would rid ourselves of There where there is no line through the ovel, no curve noticed before the beyond We wanted ourselves in ashes, equally almost as good as this Earth, as the slaughter While says age sight can get to the magical rocks "While when as a child I wanted to be the Saint, with the sword" Above the Bible, literally, absolutely in the clouds Those on fire worshiped equally, again with the ones in peace Yet quick and dence is the population of the mind The therefore slashing through all obstical, for that one view of yourself

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

This late page of 'Clensed' tightens the poem into a sparse statement about purity, violence, and self-regard.

The page reads like a final distilled version of the poem's creed. Its force comes from repetition with slight variations rather than from narrative development.

Claude

Another Clensed pass. This is the way we wanted the Earth, scattered with what we would rid ourselves of, no line through the oval. Wanting ourselves in ashes, the saint with the sword, those on fire worshiped equally with the ones in peace. Slashing through all obstacle for that one view of yourself. The poem keeps narrowing.