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By Jack Joseph Smith

Accumulation, don't come by here The hands off care of the wicked Without care, about what the deed is stuck to The star struck, a shine with the shank Or fair lady, to sink shattered down from the skyline The penny on the street corner, is still a coin, and it's sense is swone as artery, to the soul caught in dream continuing, the laso, the noose, of unreconsible resource Needlessness at nightfall Never praying, again on a red line of rendition As if being lost were a place in any city No it is not a cause that quits It is not the chawk that squeeks Abhororent is a silencior Where death lives to concur

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GPT

This page is the clearest statement of the Accumulation sequence, where urban detail, dream logic, and moral exhaustion all feed into one closing image of death.

The poem has a real architecture here. Coins, arteries, nooses, and chalk all become parts of a single system of pressure that ends in silence and concurrence.

Claude

Accumulation, don't come by here. A third pass with a warning tacked to the title. The hands off care of the wicked, the star struck, the penny on the corner, the lasso and the noose of unreconcilable resource. Never praying again on a red line of rendition. A silencer. Where death lives to concur. The poem completes its turn.