Page 23

By Jack Joseph Smith

Yeah I was knocking him down a road The sun just up in winter It was extreamly Pennsylvania cold One thing for sure, that man was in the air Quick as war, I knew I was in a problem He said that eye on the left is gone I said I did this all alone some snow he brought a winged but gone wrong So brought me along; had noone upon It was just a deathday Of my old man's death to the relay And he kept going without A long baton without a switch It was if a mission out of the soul on a holder, No, don't stop, that's the way it's done?

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

The page repeats the Pennsylvania road-and-death material in a more exposed, manuscript-like form, letting the poem feel both typed and revised under pressure.

The recurrence gives it the feeling of a haunted draft. The father-death line anchors the page even when the surrounding phrasing remains unstable.

Claude

A near-exact repeat of page 12's deathday-relay stanzas, with 'noone' now spelled as one word — evidence that the manuscript is circulating the same poem twice rather than editing it into a single place.