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By Jack Joseph Smith

This mind comes to speak of artborne as a weapon Winden your containment then close fast to show steeple and light and give greavence and death The way of light is a missle, put places in place then change fr light All structures are around to destroy them while letting their imagry another existance, control that, so finally you can watch the enemy building dreams now open to getting their heart ripped out. This wonderful archytecture at the shadows, places of no return, this point of close, this end game, this shattered glass, this bent I beam, this wooden way of massive fire, this widows peak, this crow's nest, these waving fields of body and blood, these blessings buried by fingers torn and twisted against thought, this catch up with a bean plant in the fall. these cattle hoves for mines, yanking and twitching their necks, so lucky enough to fulfill their Karma over gernades suggesting the reality of the phrase they have misunderstood for you, about fighting over spilled milk

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The page turns violence, architecture, and weaponry into one field of imagery, as if thought itself were building an apparatus of harm.

Its diction is jagged and unstable, but the momentum is clear: structures, dreams, heart-ripping, shattered glass, crow's nests, blood, mines, and grenades all belong to the same imaginative system. The result feels like a vision of how organized forms of power become internalized and aestheticized.

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A single-block prose meditation on airborne art as a weapon. Widen your containment then close fast, show steeple and light, give grievance and death. All structures are around to destroy them while letting their imagery another existence. Watch the enemy build dreams open to getting their heart ripped out. Bent I-beams, shattered glass, widow's peaks, crow's nests, cattle hooves for mines, grenades, fighting over spilled milk. The book takes its most violent stride.