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By Jack Joseph Smith

Akin My sorrow does not send me back into sorrow My sorrow is so strange and mystic it does not stray To leave a leaf or pass a path; a quarry given a gultch taken, I am blessed to be beneath To look up and go again is my gain This care for me is of one who has not lost I am the cowboy dream, I am the wrangler I have left responsiblity, I am the one who, has gained fame for doing nothing I am the absolute infinity, a power, for the loss of my own fear, the star, that never had to try I see my own and the rest go by They work and seek, aside my flashing metphor, I am at best serving at a soup kitchin, I only start to stop the beginning of the end I leap my soul into the Loard fr'you For I am the one who knows, that dreams do not work backwards I am the guest of the song, I am the lost in the wars, I am the bird they have finally found intellagence from, forgive me

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This page turns sorrow into swagger, mysticism, cowboy identity, and a dream of standing outside ordinary responsibility.

The poem keeps balancing boast and wound. It wants freedom from duty, but it also knows that posture is another form of grief.

Claude

Akin. I am the cowboy dream, the wrangler, famed for doing nothing, the absolute infinity, the star that never had to try. Serving at a soup kitchen, starting only to stop the beginning of the end. The bird finally found intelligent. Forgive me. The poet declares his uselessness as a vocation.