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By Jack Joseph Smith

Final Things Clean on the glass with its wax Looking from the top of the world Where when the sun moves it swaps with its ownself, twice, the same as us, and ladies and gentlemen, how dynamic And the candle sticks, there, caught is the vision so simple Or as well this look with the flame, goes the other way Crushed as terror, or happy as release All be the same say the Budhist, when God is thought without language rather than the reverse of a dream While only flesh I suppose, is not nonsense And to be the sea is better than no interest at all To go through it all over again To not look down before or after, the mountain of another Or what are you doing now; besides walking on egg shells, with your favorate silence, Let's reach and heist the skies; Let's be sure, let us be certain for punishment

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This page combines spiritual language, theatrical address, and physical unease to imagine ordeal as a kind of test of vision.

The poem is dense but coherent in its movement. It keeps asking what it means to see clearly while standing near punishment, spectacle, and transcendence.

Claude

Final Things. Clean on the glass with its wax, looking from the top of the world. The candle sticks, the flame the other way. The Buddhist idea that God is thought without language rather than the reverse of a dream. Only flesh is not nonsense, being the sea is better than no interest at all. Going through it all over again. Let's reach and heist the skies, let's be certain for punishment.