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By Jack Joseph Smith

Loss Of The Sun. Time and place didn't make a differance Will the rifle he was pulling wasn't wilful It was all her he saw The police were on their way to kill her anyway She just happened to be a moon on film Needed to be exqusit with terror and tongue The quick comfort of violence done The rejection of sorrow never known No to the dream that had been the same Once to begin with no to straw and gold Tougher than any two strong trees you've seem Exactly on the Earth this movement If you were not at the right place at the right time, thought is good enough More than us held to it, a trick on way to knowing Only death makes God longer against the Sun Housing and shade or both staring alone

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

This page turns a violent scene into a meditation on chance, perception, and how sorrow gets translated into cosmic scale.

The poem keeps moving between the immediate and the abstract. Its strangeness comes from how quickly rifle, moon, thought, and God occupy the same field.

Claude

Loss of the Sun, third pass. The rifle he was pulling was not willful, all of her he saw, the police on their way. She happened to be a moon on film. If you were not at the right place at the right time, thought is good enough. Only death makes God longer against the Sun. Housing and shade or both staring alone. The trilogy completes.