GPT
This page treats grace, music, sight, drink, and loss as things that fail to arrive cleanly, leaving the speaker in a state of incompletion, search, and private endurance.
The retained `will`, `lick wick`, canceled `of oneself`, handwritten `is drink`, and `Find` sharpen the page's practical, bodily register. The poem keeps asking how one stays alone and keeps moving when perception itself becomes a burden.
Claude
'The grace it takes' treats art and vision as temptations to be resisted. 'We never took music / to our ears, or got to be jealous of its strings,' and even hearing it - 'HEAR US NOW' - 'will dull us to forgetfullness.' 'Visions are troubble,' all forward sight 'As incomplete / As the donkey before the cart.' The poem's test is endurance: 'can you stAY alone lick wick / and go across time,' since 'Letting life away is drink / When loss is your own kind.' It ends on a hard figure of finality, 'A yield that sorry said / Has no fold.' This reading remains provisional because the page is OCR-uncertain and flagged needs-followup.