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By Jack Joseph Smith

The Gaze Once into the four suns I saw silent with joy and sorrow shearing God away as well, The cross of light that takes you to the end, bleak and hurting yet has one in the knot of yourself, For there your vision can go no further, it is watching space come to you gigantic without love while you love it Is there a place you can crumble before the suns turn to moons and the elk lay down before you as graciousness in tundra and the carraboo shimmer like myths way over the plain and the mountains call down with litteral yelling You can go to any city and turn your back for your own good To loose this myajesty would for two in love be the seperation of kiss for ever Yes it could make that, Surely it could do that Why would it not When something, is more powerful than you

Original Scan

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This alternate or revised page of 'The Gaze' reduces the poem to a harsher meditation on beauty, surrender, and overwhelming force.

The language here is more compressed and blunt than the preceding page. It treats majesty almost as a condition that can break the self rather than enlarge it.

Claude

The Gaze. A third variant, with four suns, the cross of light, the place of crumbling, elk and caribou, any city you can turn your back on for your own good. The separation of a kiss as myajesty lost. Yes it could make that, surely it could do that. Something more powerful than you. The poem keeps rewriting its own ending.