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By Jack Joseph Smith

Understanding This sweet dream, this full table of awakeness This passing suddenly with a knuckle This wonderfully learned guitin, of the Giggle From beginning to end, this childhood lace, is my last curtains same says she Make the courier depart, my whim has gone, longing for the forehand The hurt has had to hang nothing across to ty She will come back alive Remember she is the soul This is my friend both ways This is the one in afterlife That makes a point of containing wings Killing is as good as wild, willing for her My wonderful little sisters, catch the going, For the coming back; mind made up, stool her

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This page sounds like a dream-logic lament, where family feeling, afterlife, and hurt all sit in the same unsettled space.

The poem is emotionally tender even when its syntax goes strange. It feels like someone trying to hold together memory, kinship, and consolation without ever fully smoothing the language out.

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Understanding. This sweet dream, this full table of awakeness, this passing suddenly with a knuckle, this wonderfully learned guitar, of the Giggle. Childhood lace, last curtains, the courier departing. She will come back alive, she is the soul, friend both ways, the one in afterlife that makes a point of containing wings. The book addresses a woman who is both alive and remembered.