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By Jack Joseph Smith

Let us stay internal with the glory of our loss The dust of Arizona and the salt of Utah Here the street knows nothing of misery Gangs split into singular sorrow The blood is high enough to spit colors And down goes a world you never thought would They by your own is what is yours is mine learned And watch hell raise when adverture is strapped down Chance is what we have running to significent mistakes Watching and walking across the Moon we know danger Dramatically Catholic at the sea of Gallic And with self the best God can get with hatred Do unto others; make a shot, make a dart The best of troubble, the last of Lot

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GPT

This page centers on loss, Arizona, Utah, street misery, gangs, Catholic drama, and the ethics of doing unto others.

The reviewed spacing clarifies the page as a set of grouped claims rather than a blur of lines. Its solemnity comes from turning violence and chance into a moral geography where the `glory of our loss` is both interior and public.

Claude

Section 'III' urges staying 'internal with the glory of our loss,' spanning 'The dust of Arizona and the salt of Utah' where 'the street knows nothing of misery' and 'Gangs split into singular sorrow.' Blood runs 'high enough to spit colors,' chance produces 'significent mistakes,' and the speaker is 'Dramatically Catholic at the sea of Gallic,' before the poem hardens into a violent biblical close - 'Do unto others; make a shot, make a dart / The best of troubble, the last of Lot' - keeping the source spellings 'significent' and 'troubble.'