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By Jack Joseph Smith

This is The gaze, This gaze will Always be Once far down sloped yet inlet close to seabound, I saw the four suns silent as a youngster with joy; sorrow shearing God away just as well Color sliding as a motion, knowing all is pure white, strangely forgiving in the notion, that it will, give nothing back To many crosses of light that take you to the end, bleak and hurting, catching, capturing fear, before the circle of you steps out; nature will find a way to tie the knot in your gut, no matter how you might disreguard your own self This about dangerous beauty, and it is boundless Yet there is a place before its acceptance, where vision goes no further, it needs to be in amazement a siggularity of sight, a watching space, beyond any thought of a sign come to you These stars don't come apart in the heavens for free will It is the giantic without while you love it, and I am still trying too hard to run across the universe myself

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This opening page of 'The gaze' treats vision as a vast, frightening beauty that gives nothing back.

The poem is obsessed with what happens when sight exceeds comfort. The world it sees is luminous, cosmic, and physically felt in the gut.

Claude

This is the Gaze, this gaze will always be. Once far down sloped yet inlet close to seabound the speaker saw four suns silent as a youngster with joy, sorrow shearing God away as well. Color sliding in motion, pure white giving nothing back, too many crosses of light, nature tying the knot in the gut. Dangerous beauty as a singularity of sight. Stars do not come apart for free will.